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LONDON: R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.
It was a common sight--so common that it attracted no attention
from the multitude who crowded on its path, as with eager care-worn
faces they hurried on in their several avocations; and yet it was a strange
sight too for them if they would but have thought upon it--the passing
amongst them of that quiet traveller to the realms unseen! For so surely as
he was even now moving on to the portals of the land which is very far off,
they themselves, with
their swift impatient feet, were speeding unconsciously on the same journey.
We say unconsciously, for each one had set before himself some desirable
object of attainment for which he toiled that day--wealth, fame,
ambition, love--some bright vision, to realize which he gave up
unreservedly the redeemless hours of his existence, whilst, with every
breath he drew in labouring for it, he shortened the life for which it was
to be attained. Yet even as he had done, who was now carried
past so helplessly, that his dust might duly be returned to its kindred
dust--that living mass of human beings would toil and yearn for their
fancied good, till, with strength and energy all spent and gone, they saw
the fair phantom of their hopes dissolve in air, disclosing to their view
the grave alone--that actual reality for which they had been working!
It had been so with him whose rigid corpse now went so still and silently
through the noise and turmoil of the world he had loved.
Mr. Maynard had been a wealthy city merchant; in early youth he had been
thrown on his own resources, penniless, and well nigh friendless. He was a
man resolute of will, and of good abilities; but his mind, having never
been directed to the Unseen Truths, had fixed itself entirely on the
fleeting realities of this life.
He looked keenly into his own position, and he perceived that, in this world, wealth is the one thing needful. He therefore determined to attain it.
From that time his life was given up to this object only. He toiled, he
slaved, he speculated; he rose up early, and late took rest; he ate the
bread of carefulness; he wasted lavishly his health and strength and
intellect; he devoured widows' houses, and made the orphan desolate:
for as his desire strengthened till he grew to be its very slave, he cared
little for the injury done to others in its accomplishment--and he
succeeded. Man has a mighty power in working out a resolute purpose, be it
for good or evil, if his whole soul is concentrated upon it. Mr. Maynard
became rich, beyond what he had ever hoped for when he set out on his
pilgrimage to the shrine of his god, Mammon; but still he laboured on,
plunging into speculation, for to make money was the aim and end of his
existence, and he could not stop now. Some dim vision may have been before
him of a luxurious retirement hereafter, where he should dwell, surrounded
by all the splendour and comfort wealth could procure him; but his health
failed him meantime, sacrificed to his laborious and unremitting industry.
Death came and took him when his soul was so wrapped up in the
cares of life, that this tremendous reality was to him but a far-off haunting shadow, too distant and uncertain to be heeded. Death came and took him, and then it was found that he had gained but one thing with the toil and labour and sacrifice of his whole life; he had earned for himself the gorgeous monument whose ponderous bulk was henceforth to weigh down upon his mouldering remains. To the last hour of his existence he worked like a slave, and this was the sole fruit he reaped from his labours--the costly tomb, wherein his worn and wasted body would fall perhaps a little less quickly to decay than in some green churchyard of holier and humbler aspect.
Mr. Maynard left two daughters. He had married somewhat late in life,
for the sole purpose of connecting himself with the father of his bride,
the head of a great mercantile house. It was his desire to succeed to this
man's position at his death, and this wish was fulfilled.
A very few years had passed away, and his wife died. Neglected, though
uncomplaining, she perished for want of sympathy and affection, as flowers
fade when deprived of air and sunshine. Her little daughters were given up
to the care of nurses and governesses, and Mr. Maynard required, not
unfrequently, to be reminded of their existence.
If he remembered them at all in his dying hour, so appalling in its
suddenness, it must have been with a pang of remorse, for he had made no
provision for them--not from wilful neglect, but simply because he
never thought of death at all; it was a contingency which did not enter
into his speculations.
He left no will, and the management of his affairs naturally devolved on
his partner, Mr. Hardman. By some process of calculation peculiar to
himself, this gentleman discovered that all which remained of Mr.
Maynard's capital must now become merged in that of the house. His
speculations had in fact ruined him, and the rich man's orphan
children did not inherit from him so much as the cost of that same stately
tombstone which Mr. Hardman deemed it his duty to erect over his grave.
Some little property Elizabeth and Agnes Maynard had received at their
mother's death, and this circumstance had induced Mr. Hardman
voluntarily to constitute himself their guardian. To do him justice, he was
certainly in some degree influenced in his decision by the glimmerings of
better feeling, which shone through this worldly man's profound and
inherent selfishness when he thought of the desolate condition of his
partner's daughters.
They sat together now in the darkened room
from which their father's coffin had been carried an hour before, and both were in bitter sorrow. It is a blessed thing, that atmosphere of love which pervades this whole wide restless world, emanating, no doubt, from the unseen presence of Him who is Love, and penetrating, in some one shape or other, into the life of the most forlorn amongst us. Not a flower perishes from the green earth, but the dews of heaven weep over it; not a human being is laid down in the unresisting helplessness of death, but tears are found from human eyes to fall upon him.
Mr. Maynard had certainly done as little to awaken affection or inspire
regret as most men, and yet the sobs of his orphan children came thick and
fast, as they heard the tramp of the horses which bare him away.
But there are two kinds of sorrow with which the dead are mourned, and
Mr. Maynard could lay claim to one of them only; there is the natural
instinct, the mysterious claim of the ties of blood, which sends a bitter
pang through the heart when they are rent asunder, added to that strange
pity which we never fail to experience for the powerless corpse stretched
out so pale and cold before us, although we know well that ourselves shall
soon be laid as cold and pale, and haply the thought is sweet
to us, as that of the evening rest to the wearied labourer toiling in the heat of noon. But there is another far deeper misery which rises up from the grave of the departed to overwhelm us, when it is, so to speak, the soul of him who is gone forth that we have loved; the soul whose superior holiness has been perhaps like the brightness of an angel to our less elevated gaze, whose goodness has won our reverence, whose gentleness has gained our deepest love.
No such lofty and holy affection as this had bound the soul of the stern
worldly-minded man to his young daughters; and perhaps we might
rightly enough estimate the nature of the welcome which the departed shall
receive from the brotherhood of saints above, by the character of the
sorrow with which they are lamented here.
Had Elizabeth and Agnes Maynard analyzed their feelings in this the
saddest hour of their lives, they would have found that they mourned far
less for their father, to whom they were almost strangers, than for that
bitter sense of desolation against which the warm, loving heart of youth
rebels so strongly.
They nestled close together; Agnes, who was scarce sixteen, and five
years younger than her sister, clung to her with a sort of
innocent helplessness, which resulted more from her peculiar disposition than from her early youth.
She was singularly sweet-tempered and guileless, but altogether
deficient in moral courage and strength of mind; as she advanced out of
childhood, she seemed only to lean the more hopelessly on the guidance of
others, instead of exerting the powers of her own mind; and the prevailing
feature of her character was a clinging and passionate tenderness of
disposition, over which she neither had, nor attempted to have, any control
whatever. Elizabeth had far more depth of character, with an intensity and
sensitiveness of feeling which would scarce have been looked for under her
outward reserve of manner. Her affection for those she loved was of a
nature so profound and exacting, that it had engendered that jealousy of
disposition which makes such havoc of the soul that harbours it. As yet
this fatal propensity had been little called forth, for her whole thoughts
were centred on Agnes, and the sisters had now no other home but in their
mutual love.
There was one circumstance in the life of Elizabeth Maynard which was
destined to influence her whole existence, and the recollection of it was
busy at her heart even now, as she sat with her fair young sister sobbing
in her
arms. She remembered when she was but nine years old how she had been one night aroused out of the sweet slumber of childhood, to go and witness the closing of her mother's eyes in a sleep yet deeper.
There is something very awful in the death-bed of one who dies of
a broken heart. Death by the judgment of Heaven is a holy, though
terrible thing; but the heart revolts from the sight, when His inscrutable
decree permits a human hand to sap the springs of a
fellow-creature's life by wanton or careless cruelty.
Elizabeth still shuddered when she thought of that white drawn face, so
young, but rowed with unavailing tears, and the pale lips from which no
murmur ever passed, now wreathing themselves into a strange smile of joy at
her release. Close to her breast, whence the breath came faint and gasping,
the mother had drawn her youngest born, as though she thought the warmth of
that little healthy frame could have driven back the chill that was
curdling round her heart.
Mr. Maynard was not there, for the dying woman, true and tender even yet
to the husband she had loved so vainly, would not let his slumbers be
disturbed, though her heart yearned to tell him how she forgave him all,
and loved him to the last.
When she saw Elizabeth by her side, she raised herself up and looked at
her with eyes gleaming, even through the shades of death, with an
expression of intense entreaty. One care--one thought of earth still
chained back that fluttering spirit yearning to depart--it was for the
little child who lay in her bosom. With the quick instinct of a mother, she
had perceived that the little Agnes would possess to the uttermost that
warm and loving disposition which had made of herself so wretched a wife.
Another might have cared little for the cold neglect which had destroyed
her; and when she thought of all the storms and dangers on that wide sea of
life where she had made so sad a shipwreck, she trembled with an agonizing
fear for the rosy happy child who slept upon her bed of death.
She had no hope but in her eldest daughter; for she knew that she left
her children friendless--not even their father could be called their
friend! For Elizabeth herself she feared nothing; the child was strangely
reserved even then, and her mother never dreamt of the strong tide of
feeling which lurked under that calm exterior, though she could duly
appreciate the superiority of intellect and force of character, which were
already so manifest.
Addressing herself far less to the child then
present with her, than to the woman she was hereafter to be, the dying mother solemnly implored of Elizabeth to look upon her infant sister henceforward as a sacred charge--so long as they both should live she besought her to watch over her, even as she would herself have done, but for the implacable death, which alone could have torn that child from her arms. She required from her especially a positive pledge that no other tie or affection hereafter springing up in her life should interfere with this her earliest and most binding duty.
Elizabeth had, as we have said, a mind beyond her years; and she knew
well that it was no light promise which she gave in that hour, and sealed
in the farewell kiss, with which she drained her mother's last breath
upon her lips. She thought of it now in the time of their common
desolation, as she looked on poor Agnes in her helpless sorrow, and lifted
up the veil of sunny hair that she might gaze into her sweet innocent face.
Deeply she resolved that, whatever might be their fate, her work and office
must ever be to guard that little one close by her side, and shield her
from all sorrow and danger.
To both these sisters, earth and the things of it were as yet all in
all. Their governess had given them what she termed a "religious
edu-
cation,"--that is, she had carefully instilled into them her own peculiar and most bounded views, on various points of completely minor importance, dwelling chiefly on the great danger of trusting to forms--whilst she furnished them with nothing else, either more or less tangible, wherein to trust;--thus, while the outward semblance of piety might now be fairly ranked amongst the accomplishments she had taught them, they knew far less of the faith, hope, and love, with which if a soul be girt it can battle with life and face eternity, than the infant who smiles in his slumbers to the unseen angelic guardians round him.
The sisters were still seated together in silence, when the door opened,
and Mr. Hardman entered with the slow solemn step suitable to this mournful
occasion.
He had come to acquaint his wards with his intentions respecting them,
immediately on returning from the funeral of their father, this being the
proper and legitimate moment for such a communication.
Mr. Hardman was systematic in everything: systematic in selfishness, in
covetousness, and in the virtues which he deemed necessary to his
respectability. He had as keen a relish for money-making as his
partner, Mr. Maynard,
but his toil and labour were to a certain end. He was a man who could judge of cause and effect, and the desire of wealth was not with him a passion absorbing in itself; he sought to make a fortune because it was his will and pleasure to enjoy the good things of life; he knew that there are none of this world's gifts which riches cannot purchase--not even the most shadowy and unsubstantial, such as the outward respect and consideration of his fellow-men.
Slowly and surely he advanced in a solid prosperity; gradually he
surrounded himself with all that his soul coveted--luxury, comfort,
ostentatious splendour for himself, his wife, and his family; and then he
set himself systematically to enjoy them according to his previous
calculations.
He was now a man of weight and influence in the city, but he continued
to pursue, with rigid firmness, the system to which he owed so much of his
advancement, namely, the inflexible determination with which, even in the
most unimportant matters, he carried out his own plans and ideas in spite
of all obstacles or opposition.
Mr. Hardman proceeded to inform his wards of the arrangement which he
and his wife had adopted for them after mature consideration.
Elizabeth was to take up her residence in his house, and become, for
some time at least, a member of his family. Agnes was to accompany one of
his own daughters to a fashionable school in Paris, there to complete her
education. With a cry almost of despair, both sisters vehemently deprecated
the idea of their separation; there were but two of them all alone in the
wide world, surely he would not part them?
Mr. Hardman was immovable, and they were too helpless to resist. He had
already two daughters older than Elizabeth, and his wife was resolutely
determined not to have the charge of more than three.
Mr. Hardman continued to acquaint them with the details of his plan as
firmly and composedly as though they had gladly acquiesced in it. His
carriage was to come for them that evening, to conduct them both to his
house--the following week Agnes was to go to Paris. He mentioned the
sums he would deduct yearly from their little fortunes as payment to
himself for their expenses; recommended them to prepare for the removal of
their effects from the house they were to enter no more, and so took his
leave.
The door had no sooner closed upon him than Agnes gave way to a burst of
the most passionate sorrow, whilst Elizabeth, whose feelings
were at all times painfully intense and strong, dwelt without scruple on the profound dislike to her guardian, which struck deep root in her heart from that hour.
After a little time, however, she tenderly raised her sister's
drooping head, and said, with an effort at calmness--
"It is of no use to struggle, dear Agnes; we must submit--we
have no home!"
"No home?" echoed Agnes. "Oh, shall we never have a
home again? shall we never find a spot where we may dwell together again,
and no one shall have power to divide us?"
"We know not what may be in reserve for us," said Elizabeth,
sadly; "but most certainly they shall not separate us long: the
time
must come when we shall be free from Mr. Hardman's tutelage, and then
I will defy the whole world to rob me of the charge which I received from
our mother on her death-bed."
"Ah! but that will not be for a long time," said Agnes,
sighing heavily. Then suddenly, with all the buoyancy of youth, her
expression changed from one of deep despondency to a hopeful joy. "I
will tell you how it must be," she exclaimed; "you must marry
very soon, and then we shall have a home together once again: you
would take me to live with you
always in your own house, would you not, dear sister?"
"I would, indeed," replied Elizabeth, with a faint smile at
the rapidity with which Agnes's ideas rose. "If ever I have a
home, it shall in truth be yours also; and you may rest assured that I will
never accept of any unless you are to share it with me."
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was profoundly un-
happy at Mr. Hardman's. His wife was what is called a strong-minded woman, fiercely intolerant of every sentiment or feeling which she did not herself possess, and which for this reason she assumed to be a weakness. Well versed in all the proprieties of life, she was rigidly implacable in her adherence to them.
One great duty she had placed before herself, the duty of respectability
and prosperity, and this she performed with unremitting and unflinching
exactitude. Of the gentle charities of home, she knew nothing; the loving
sympathy--the tender care--the anxious watchfulness over the
comforts and interests of others--still less of that true and
beautiful wisdom which remembers always that the sum of domestic happiness
is made up of seeming trifles, the little acts of self-sacrifice,
the light words and looks of every hour, and takes care to shed round them
all, the sunshine of unselfish love and kindness.
Mrs. Hardman received Elizabeth Maynard into her house because it seemed
to her that her husband had given very sufficient reasons why she should do
so; but it was no part of her business to love her, or to supply her with
that measure of affection which is as necessary to human life as refreshing
water to the traveller in the desert. Elizabeth was consigned to a
fate which a mind far more elevated than hers would have found hard to bear--desolation without solitude; she was not even allowed the freedom which might have rendered her position somewhat more tolerable.
Mrs. Hardman took the most careful and annoying cognizance of her every
word and action, and there were few which she did not find it necessary to
reprehend, in the arrogance of her own fancied perfection.
Elizabeth's sorrow for the absence of her sister she considered a
most childish and ridiculous weakness. Her grief for her father's
loss, after the period of her mourning had expired, was positively
improper, as being contrary to all laws of etiquette.
Mrs. Hardman could not compassionate the follies which circumstances had
given her no temptation to commit, and she would have spurned a penitent
from her feet with as little pity as though she was never to stand one day
in fearful need of mercy herself. Let no one think that the evil of his own
soul is to injure himself alone. These peculiarities of Mrs.
Hardman's character had a terrible effect on the fate of the orphans
committed to her care.
The first gleam of sunshine which penetrated into Elizabeth's most
cheerless existence was an event which took place about a year after her
father's death. One of Mr. Hardman's children became so seriously unwell, that change of air was pronounced necessary, and the family went to spend the summer in the country. Elizabeth had passed her whole existence in London, where the natural and moral atmosphere are both alike so foul and clouded. The fresh pure air, the bright green fields, the quiet woods, were all therefore so many sources of delight to her.
Man has a strange sympathy with nature. In the solitude which is filled
with earth's loveliness alone, he seems to lose the sentiment of
individuality, and the sting is taken from all personal sorrows; he finds
himself suddenly in blessed companionship with the glorious stars, and the
fragrant flowers, and the waving trees; and these all seem to call out to
him, saying, "Be not dismayed, though thou art sad at heart and
lonely; behold, we are the creatures of thy God, and thou mayest read in
our beauty of His goodness and loving-kindness."
To Elizabeth Maynard it seemed new life when she first learned how deep
is the eloquence of the living nature, in telling, by the things seen and
temporal, of those which are unseen and eternal.
There is not in all England a more charming spot than the village of
B--, near which her
new residence was placed. It is situated in the heart of one of the midland counties, and the scenery all around it has that fair peaceful aspect which, for the time, blots out from the memory of him who looks on it, all thoughts of the ghastly sin and woe with which this world is haunted.
There are rich pasture lands, soft and undulating as the green
hunting-fields of the Indian's Paradise; thick shadowy woods,
where the sunshine glances like hope on the soul, and the
singing-birds make merry with the long summer day; and a quiet
murmuring river, that glides along serene and bright as a good man's
life.
The village itself, although a portion of it is disfigured by the public
house, dissenting chapel, and one or two houses of unseemly pretension, is
singularly picturesque; little thatched dwellings nestling among the ivy,
inhabited, as the prettiest cottages always are, by withered old women most
quaint and simple; huge old trees filling up three quarters of the
diminutive gardens, and a broad road turning and winding amongst them,
every here and there displaying by an abrupt descent a bright glimpse of
the far-spreading landscape beyond. But the fairest object of all is
the beautiful church, with its old grey tower, and the more
modern portion lately restored, so striking from its chaste and simple elegance of architecture.
The light within it is dimmed by the thick branches of the great trees
that hang over its green and still churchyard, where the long grass waves
on the humble graves of the lowly dead. At night, when the moon is high,
there is one broad flat tombstone all wet with the evening dew, on which
its pure rays gleam with extraordinary brightness while the rest are left
in shadow, as though it would prove how even the grave can be made radiant
by a light from heaven.
But the moment when this fair English church is seen to most advantage
is at the setting of the sun, when a gush of golden light flows through it
from the west, like a path for the angels desiring to enter there; and
brightens with a warm glow the stained glass of the rich east window,
whilst through the low arch of the open doorway, the evening star may be
seen going up into heaven, there to shine with its pure pale light, like a
silver lamp burning before the shrine of the Eternal.
Mr. Hardman fixed his residence at "The Mount," a fine old
place close to the village, which was destined to become the scene of the
events here recorded.
Mr. Clayton, the vicar of the parish, was
well worthy of the pleasant spot in which his lot had been cast.
He was a noble-hearted old man; a Christian like unto those who
of old were wont to manifest their sincerity in martyrdom, and show forth
the brightness of their hopes in torture. He had sought from his youth
upward to make his life as it were a sacrament, of which the inward and
spiritual grace was faith, the outward and visible sign good works.
Pure in doctrine, uncompromising in practice, his standard of holiness
seemed to many whom he taught almost hopelessly exalted; all things were
with him resolved into the simple question of right or wrong; he never
allowed his feelings and affections, or even his compassion, to interfere
with his rigid discharge of duty. From this course, so essentially
right, he unwittingly let an error spring up which bore much
bitter fruit to himself; he learned to condemn the short-comings of
his weaker brethren too severely, trying them by the inflexible law
wherewith he judged himself.
Mr. Clayton had one only child, a son whose birth he had hailed as the
crowning joy in his cup of happiness, and at whose hand it was decreed he
should receive the full measure of his trial and tribulation in this
world.
Richard Clayton had already grown to man's
estate, and for him, even now, his father wept those tears of exceeding bitterness which we shed for the unfaithfulness, or unworthiness, of those we love. Many might have thought that he was rather one for whom a parent would have given thanks with joy, for he was kind-hearted, prepossessing in appearance, winning in manner, and generous in temper. But his father saw deeper; he knew that they who are not with Him are against Him, and he saw that other gods had dominion over his son besides the God of all purity, who requires of his children that awful obedience, that they shall be holy even as He is holy.
There is chaos on the human mind till the Spirit of God moves over it
and dwells in it; and, despite these bright flashes of goodness, like
meteor lights in the gloom, there was darkness yet on the soul of Richard
Clayton, even as once on the face of the deep.
Within the shrine of his own spirit, where the High and Lofty One that
inhabiteth eternity, and yet dwelleth with the contrite and humble, should
have reigned supreme, he had set up the idol Self, before whom he bowed
down and worshipped. It might have seemed strange that, with his
father's bright example before him, Richard Clayton should so have
loved this present world; but he was the rather scared by the severe, unqualified holiness of the service rendered by that father to his Master; he had no energy of desire, no thirsting of the soul after the living God, which constrains us to claim, without measure, the promise of the Spirit. Weak and vacillating, he would not remember that nothing is commanded which cannot be performed--that there is no limit set to the strength given wherewith to do His will. Outwardly, he had not cast off the faith of Christ; but he lacked the fortitude and courage to take up his cross and follow Him.
It had been Mr. Clayton's fondest wish, that his son should follow
his own high calling; but as Richard's character developed itself, he
not only abandoned the idea, but he would himself have refused his consent.
His child was very dear to him, but dearer still the glory of his God. Not
to such an one as Richard could he ever have allowed the inestimable
privilege of ministering in the sanctuary; but his son did not desire it,
nor was it at all necessary for him to adopt any profession, as Mr. Clayton
had succeeded to a considerable property shortly after he had obtained the
living of B--, which would ultimately revert of course to his son.
Richard remained therefore without any occupation for his time, which he
devoted chiefly to field sports and similar amusements.
Mr. and Mrs. Hardman very soon manifested a strong desire to cultivate
the acquaintance of the vicar and his family, and it was not long before
Richard became a constant visitor at the Mount.
Mr. Clayton saw them occasionally, for he considered them as his
parishioners for the time being; but they were singularly uncongenial to
himself on all points, and it was some time before he understood the motive
of his son's frequent visits to their house.
Richard had found a powerful attraction in the society of Elizabeth
Maynard. The first feeling with which she inspired him was one of profound
compassion for the position in which she was placed. He saw that her young
life was wasting away cheerless and dark, unbrightened by one ray of the
sweet human love which is the sunshine of this world, and whose gentle
influence is mighty in power to still the tempests and the cutting blasts
of sorrow which every mortal man shall meet with on his path of life. For
her, whose gaze was yet too dim to discern the glory of that
Love, to gain one hour of which an eternity of earthly care and tenderness
might well be battered, it was in truth a
bitter thing to dwell in so chilling an atmosphere.
Her vivid imagination and warm feelings, having no holier aliment
whereon to feed, were centred altogether in the joys of earth, and she felt
keenly that desolation of affection which is perhaps the saddest trial this
life can offer us.
Richard had, as we have said, much kindliness of disposition, though
weak and unstable in principle. He endeavoured, by his anxious friendship
and tender sympathy, to dispel her bitter sense of loneliness; and he
perceived that in consequence her whole heart turned irresistibly to him,
with all the concentrated strength of that tenderness which had been
allowed to flow in no other channel.
Richard knew that the true and devoted affection of such a person as
Elizabeth was by no means a gift to be despised; he could not bear to cast
it from him by indifference or contempt, as some might have done; and
before the summer was over, their marriage was announced as a settled
affair.
Richard acted on impulse, that instinctive law so attractive to our
human nature, by which no man ought to be guided; at the same time he was
too essentially selfish to have taken this step had he not been really
attached to Elizabeth. His attachment, however, was very dif-
ferent in its nature from hers, whose love was too much akin to idolatry. She little knew how frail and uncertain was that good on which she had staked the whole hopes of her existence, that should have rested rather on that sure Foundation, whereon if a man do build, his work shall abide.
Their marriage gave great satisfaction. Mr. Clayton would indeed have
preferred that the life-long companion of his son should have been a
more decided servant of the cross; but Elizabeth seemed
humble-minded and docile, well disposed to profit by the
instructions he would now have an opportunity of giving her; and he trusted
that she was one whose soul could not long remain in exile from the only
source of life and joy which can satisfy our immortality. He trusted much
to her influence with Richard, should she indeed become what he hoped; and
he gladly afforded them the means of living in comfort, by making an ample
allowance to his son.
Mr. and Mrs. Hardman were highly pleased at finding themselves thus
suddenly relieved of the care of both their wards; for Elizabeth had made
it the sole condition of her marriage that Agnes should reside with them
entirely, and that she should never be separated from her sister so long as
she remained unmarried.
To this Richard willingly agreed, and it was further decided that they
should take up their residence at "The Mount," where Agnes was
to join them after having spent some time in London with the Hardman
family.
The delight of Agnes at these arrangements was unbounded, and her
letters to her sister were full of such vivid anticipations of happiness
for the whole party, that Elizabeth trembled as she read them, with that
vague terror which arrests us when we look with too much hope into the
future.
Agnes did not leave Paris for London until the week before the wedding
took place. On the day when she was expected, Richard came to Mr.
Hardman's at Elizabeth's own request, in order that he might be
present at her sister's arrival.
They were sitting alone together in the drawing-room, when the
carriage drove to the door, and Elizabeth started to her feet that she
might hurry to welcome her. Before, however, they could even reach the
door, it burst open, and Agnes flew into the room breathless with an
overwhelming joy, and flung herself half-sobbing
half-laughing into her sister's arms. For a moment neither
spoke; the orphans, who had so long been all in all to each other, were
together once more, and their happiness was too
great for utterance. When at length Agnes disengaged herself from her sister's embrace, Elizabeth almost started in astonishment at the change which an interval of nearly two years had made upon her. Agnes was now nearly eighteen, and the childlike loveliness which had always characterised her had ripened into a most winning beauty. She looked so radiant and joyous, that her entrance was like the passing of a sunbeam into the room; her countenance had retained the soft trusting expression which formed its greatest charm, and her eyes had still their candid and innocent gaze.
Elizabeth turned with a proud delight to present her to Richard, but she
stopped short suddenly when she saw his face, whilst an indescribable pang
shot through her heart;--her future husband was standing with his
eyes fixed on Agnes, gazing at her with a look of the most warm and
unqualified admiration, a look such as had never been bestowed on herself!
At a moment like this, one of a temper less jealous and suspicious than
Elizabeth Maynard would never have dreamt of bestowing a thought on this
trifling circumstance; but she was, as we have said, peculiarly sensitive
in disposition; her affection for Richard Clayton was so absorbing that her
whole heart and mind were bound up in it, and she had not a thought
unconnected
with him; she felt indeed that it had most utterly superseded all other sentiments and feelings, for at that moment she could have wished that the fairer and younger sister (her own dear Agnes!) had not been standing by her side, thus to rob her of a single look from one so passionately loved.
But in another instant she repelled this unworthy feeling almost with
horror, for she remembered how, in a very few days, Richard Clayton would
hold for Agnes Maynard the sacred name of brother. They twain
were about to be made by a most holy ordinance ONE
FLESH, and from that hour her sister must be
his sister also, in the sight of God and man. Her cheek burned
with a flush of shame, to think that she should have harboured for one
moment what was in truth an unholy thought; and taking Richard by the hand,
she drew him towards Agnes, and prayed him to love their sister dearly for
her sake.
Richard welcomed her frankly and warmly by that title, telling her, with
the utmost kindness in his look and tone, that she must teach him the
duties of a brother, as he had never known that gentle tie, which is the
source of so much true and enduring happiness on earth. He was in fact
greatly interested in the orphan sister of his future wife, for Elizabeth
had not
failed to tell him of the solemn charge she had received from her dying mother; and the impression made upon his mind by the description of that scene was so great that he was now equally determined with herself that Agnes should find a happy home in his house. Meanwhile Agnes, who was always won in a moment by kindness, put her hand into his with a bright gay smile, and inwardly resolved that she would do all in her power to please the husband of her dear Elizabeth.
Mr. and Mrs. Clayton enjoyed the utmost esteem and consideration among
the inhabitants of B-- and the vicinity, whilst their sister, Agnes
Maynard, was a universal favourite. Her peculiarly attractive appearance,
sweet disposition, and joyousness of spirit, had won the affection of all
to whom she was known. She was at least beyond a doubt most
truly happy: happy in the society of her sister, and in the warm
friendship of her brother-in-law, whom she had sought to
propitiate by every means in her power, in order that the harmony of their
domestic life might be completed.
The birth of a daughter had been no small
addition to the happiness of Elizabeth and Richard; more especially to the latter, who felt for this little infant all that passionate tenderness which a young father so often feels for his first-born child. He was also at this time highly gratified to find that his popularity was increasing considerably; he had acquired greater weight and influence as a married man. His wife and her beautiful sister were much sought after and respected by the leading families of the county, and he soon found that he might take a high position in the neighbourhood.
And yet, surrounded with all these outward blessings, Elizabeth Clayton
was very wretched. Her father-in-law had in vain endeavoured
to draw the wandering gaze of her dimmed eyes upward to that glorious Star,
on which if a man look steadily, he shall learn to take no heed of the
mortal tempests roaring round his head, or the fading of all mortal joys;
he had found an insurmountable barrier to all his efforts in the
overwhelming and almost idolatrous love which she bore to her husband. The
love of Him, who first loved us, alone should reign supreme in the immortal
soul, and all other feelings be the rather called fourth by it, as flowers
give out fragrance when the sun shines on them; but if an earthly
affection, however lawful in itself, be permitted to supersede it, thereby
becoming
a sinful indulgence, then does the holier love fade and perish away before that engrossing influence, like the pure sunlight when the night sets in.
Day and night, waking and sleeping, Elizabeth had no thought but for her
husband; watching his every word and look, thinking she never could do
enough to please him, and harassing both herself and him by exacting an
amount of attention and tenderness which she was by no means justified in
expecting. The one overpowering idea which was always present in her mind,
was the conviction that his attachment for her fell far short of her own in
depth and fervour.
She was, in fact, very right in her opinion, but this was no excuse for
the unreasonable manner in which she wearied him with her repining at his
coldness. She should have remembered that there is but one affection that
can be of any real value to those who inspire it, it is that love, noble
and disinterested, which is pure from the slightest taint of selfishness;
which has for its sole object and desire the happiness of those on whom it
is bestowed. She should never have allowed her own feelings and desires to
interfere in the most minute particular with his comfort. If she discovered
that her presence wearied him, she should have
left him with a smile, and with a smile been ready to return to him if he wished it. If he seemed happier while neglecting her, cheerfully she should have submitted to his neglect, and striven only to prevent his home from being ever darkened by a look of sorrow on her face, or its quiet disturbed by a word of discontent. But Elizabeth had sought no other happiness for herself than that which she derived from this affection, and therefore it was profoundly selfish. She was jealous of every thing and every one on whom her husband bestowed a look; and jealous even of the necessary business which took him from her side.
It was not unnatural that Richard, annoyed and often irritated at her
unceasing watchfulness, should gladly turn from her to seek the society of
Agnes, whose gaiety and light-heartedness rendered her so pleasing a
contrast to the anxious care-worn wife. He never acted under the
guidance of principle, but he habitually obeyed a law scarce less exacting,
for he invariably followed the bent of his own inclination, without pausing
to scrutinize his motives, or to examine into the possible result of his
actions. It therefore never occurred to him, that it must have cost poor
Elizabeth many a bitter pang to see him so openly preferring the society of
her sister; while Agnes, with that careless egotism
to which the young and the happy so often yield themselves unconsciously, was ever ready to enjoy with him the long walks and rides which Elizabeth's enfeebled health prevented her from attempting.
Thus, while to a casual observer all was bright and prosperous in the
lives of the Clayton family, there was ripening in the heart of her who
should have been the happiest, one of those dark tragedies which often run
their course in the narrow compass of an individual mind alone.
Soon, however, the anxieties and fears of Elizabeth took a new shape.
Her health began to fail her altogether. She had reduced herself to a very
weak and nervous state, solely by distress of mind and harassing
annoyances; and now the conviction had settled with a dull dead weight upon
her heart, that she should not survive the birth of her second child.
This idea was in reality but an imagination springing from her morbid
state of mind, for which there was not the slightest foundation; but the
conviction, deeply rooted, ate like a canker into her soul. It was not
death which she dreaded, not the coffin and the shroud; nor yet, chained to
the dust as she was by the ties of earth, the awful judgment to come; but
it was the horror of the dread which filled her
heart night and day, that when she lay cold and helpless in her grave, Richard would find some unknown stranger, fairer and dearer, to take her place in his love and in his home. To a mind like Elizabeth's this thought was torture; it haunted her like a spectral phantom: she had loved him too exclusively when living, to give him up even when she was dead; and she longed, had it been possible, to have held him still within the stiff cold arms from which the warmth of life was fled. She had ever before her eyes the terrible image of one more loved perhaps, who should dwell in his house as she had dwelt, and walk by his side as she had walked, honoured, cherished as his wife, the mother of his children. This vision of her brain took a thousand agonizing forms. Sometimes she fancied that through the mould, and the dust, and the coffin-lid, his voice would reach her if he spoke in accents of endearment to another; that, she should even hear the tramping of their feet round her dark abode as they walked through the beautiful church-yard, too happy in their mutual affection to think of her who mouldered there so lonely! And her child, too--her little fragile, gentle Mary, was she to be delivered to the cold unloving care of a stepmother!
Over these ideas the jealous heart of Elizabeth
brooded with all the strength of her diseased fancy; but suddenly, whilst she speculated on the probable results of her death, a thought occurred to her which brought with it at once the most complete consolation.
The sincere attachment of Richard to their sister Agnes became the
source of her utmost joy and thankfulness; he would never consent to part
with her sister, now become in affection, as well as in actual fact, his
own also; he would never send her away to a miserable and cheerless
existence with the Hardmans: no, Agnes would remain with him to take
carevof her little niece, of whom she was devotedly fond; and so long as
she continued unmarried, she would prevent; the possibility of another wife
entering into the house of which she would be the beloved inmate. This idea
gave a totally new current to Elizabeth's thoughts; it was like balm
to her wounded spirit; she could look forward with perfect calm to her
death, when she felt convinced that, so far from her place being filled by
a rival, Richard and Agnes would remain alone together to remember her, and
talk of her often with unchanging love, whilst her little Mary would find
in the young aunt the same tender and watchful friend which she had herself
been to Agnes.
Elizabeth had never concealed from either
Richard or Agnes how near a close she believed her life to be, although her natural delicacy of feeling had restrained her from telling them of the dread which rendered this conviction one of such agony to her.
Now, however, she repeatedly implored of them both to promise her that
Agnes should always remain with her brother-in-law; urging as
her reason for wishing it, that to her alone would she commit the care of
her little daughter, and the new-born babe if it survived.
Both were very willing to promise their poor Elizabeth all she desired,
but neither of them had the slightest apprehension for her life. Their
medical adviser was too skilful a physician not to know that her fears were
perfectly groundless, and he had completely reassured Agnes on the subject;
they therefore contented themselves with soothing her in the mean time, and
looked forward anxiously to the period when all anxiety should cease.
Such was the state of matters at "The Mount," when Elizabeth
took her seat one fine evening in the early summer at the
drawing-room window, which was thrown wide open that she might enjoy
the soft mild air; directly below it was a smooth piece of turf, on which
Richard was slowly walking to and fro in conversation with his
father's Curate.
Mr. Lambert was one of those characters which are, too unfortunately,
rare in this world, but of which alone shall doubtless be composed the
population of that Holy City, where nothing that defileth shall in any wise
enter in: with a powerful mind, and many a noble intellectual
quality, he had sought and attained to the innocency of life and humility
of heart of a little child, who once was set as an example to the gifted of
this earth.
From the hour when he had received the awful commission for the work and
office of a priest in the Church of God, he had, with determinate
resolution, set the seal of "Holiness to the Lord" on every
action of his future life. Severe and unflinching towards himself in
following out this difficult course, he was ever most gentle and merciful
to others; winning back to the old paths with sweet persuasive accents
those who had erred and strayed, and dealing with penitents in the spirit
of that unutterably blessed and touching declaration which has been as the
words of life to many a sinking soul--" Neither do I condemn
thee."
Notwithstanding his youth, there was a peculiar calm and dignity in his
manner which won the respect of all whom he approached; though few would
have suspected, from his habitual silence and reserve, that there was in
his cha-
racter an under current of profound and intense feeling, which he seldom if ever displayed. Careless and indifferent as Richard Clayton was, he could not but admire the pure and exalted views which raised this man so far above himself; and he was always more ready to listen to Mr. Lambert's remonstrances than to the sterner warnings of his father, whose faith and obedience shone forth rather in the severity of holiness than in its beauty.
Their conversation was distinctly audible to Elizabeth as she sat at
the window, and she soon became so deeply and painfully interested in it
that she forgot to ascertain whether they were aware of her vicinity.
Richard had asked Mr. Lambert what was the cause of a tumult which he had
witnessed that morning at the church door, as he passed through the
village.
Mr. Lambert answered that it had originated in one of those distressing
cases which were often a source of so much annoyance to the clergy. Two
persons had come before him to be married; they did not belong to this
parish of B--, and the banns had been published elsewhere;
consequently, it was not until they were actually within the church that he
discovered the relationship in which they already stood to one another. The
woman was sister to the former wife of the man.
"Of course I refused to marry them," he added quietly.
"Then you share my father's opinion," said Richard.
"I think him quite absurdly rigid on this point. I cannot coincide in
the strong objection which is raised against it by so many. Such a marriage
might often be a very convenient arrangement."
"And a most unhallowed alliance," said Mr. Lambert,
warmly.
"You will find few to look upon it in that light," replied
Richard; "think how frequently the connexion is made without the
slightest scruple."
"There is nothing so common in this world as evil," said Mr.
Lambert, with quiet emphasis; "you may give men authority to commit
the greatest crimes with impunity, if they are to find their license for it
in the practice of others." He paused, for Richard's
peculiar position rendered this a subject scarce fit for discussion.
Richard, however, would not let the matter drop till he had very clearly
made known his own opinion; he spoke much of the advantage which might
result from such an arrangement, in procuring for the children of the
deceased wife so kind and natural a protectress as their aunt.
Mr. Lambert replied, that, were the matter viewed as it ought to be,
there could be no more reason why the sister of the mother should not
remain to take care of the children than the sister of the father himself.
Even on the score of expediency alone, he could show the incalculable evil
of such connexions, bringing distrust and misery and confusion into the
nearest and dearest relations of life; but it was on a far higher ground
that he would denounce them, that of being altogether repugnant to the will
of God; a fact which might be proved from Scripture, and which had been set
forth by the authority of the Church in all ages. It was, in fact, a
putting asunder of those whom God had joined in the holy tie, whereby he
declared that man and wife were to be one flesh: if there were any
meaning in those words at all, the relations of the one must become the
relations of the other also, and the sister-in-law be in the
sight of heaven counted as the sister in blood.
Richard could not answer this argument, though he still held to his own
opinion; and after a few more remarks from both, the conversation changed.
But Elizabeth Clayton had heard enough, and too much.
Richard little knew what deadly power there had been in his words so
carelessly spoken. He did not see, as his voice died away, how a figure
rushed from that darkened room with hurried steps and suffocated breath; he did not hear how the bolt was drawn across the door of the apartment above, by a hand that trembled till it was well nigh palsied; nor the dull heavy fall upon the ground, of a form convulsed by its fierce mental agony.
One thought alone was present in the mind of Elizabeth Clayton--a
thought so torturing and unsupportable that she strove to escape from it
with that impotent frenzy which in its full development drives men to the
awful crime of self-destruction. She had
a RIVAL in her
SISTER! The wife whom she had dreaded would
supplant her after her death, would be her,
who for two years past had called her husband--brother! It was an
idea too horrible even to have entered into her mind, had it not been
literally forced upon her by the words of Richard himself.
Elizabeth had not the strong religious principles which induced Mr.
Lambert to view it with such warm indignation, but she had that which in
this instance supplied their place--the instinctive delicacy of
feeling with which a pure mind must revolt from a transaction so opposed to
all that is just and holy. What a horrible shade was now cast over
the past intercourse of her husband and sister, and the happy
familiarity she had herself loved to promote between them! It maddened her even to think of the result which would probably follow on her own death. Instead of living to watch over her children and remember her with unchanged affection, they would remain together in a union condemned of God, and reprobated even by the world itself.
Had she then, when she gave her orphan sister a home, been but preparing
for herself a rival, who would hereafter blot out her very memory from the
heart of the husband she loved so well? Oh! surely she had in truth been
nourishing a viper in her bosom: but at least it should be so no
longer; she would not sit idly by and see another preparing, under such
false pretences, to rob her of the love which she would have had her own
even in the grave. She started up--Elizabeth was ever violent in her
resolutions as well as in her feelings--she went to the door, scarce
knowing what she did, strong in one determination only--that Agnes
should not stay another day in the house, to rise up between her and the
husband whose affection was her lawful right.
Suddenly, as she was about to draw the bolt, she started and staggered
back; a vision passed before her of a scene never forgotten. She saw the
pale, death-stricken face; the uplifted
hands of the expiring mother, clasped in passionate entreaty to her the daughter! She heard again that voice, coming so faint and thrilling over the cold lips--
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth! I trust to you alone! promise--swear
that you will never desert my child; swear that no dearer tie shall ever
induce you to forsake your charge!" And she heard, as it were, the
echo of her own voice when she answered, child as she was, with such a
solemn firmness--
" Mother, fear not; I promise--I
swear!"
And was it thus she was about to redeem that pledge given to the
dead--to fulfil that oath administered on a death-bed?--by
driving forth Agnes, that mother's youngest darling, from her house
and home; casting her out into that dangerous and chilling world, where she
would be so friendless and alone!
There was a sudden revulsion of feeling in the breast of Elizabeth; a
new horror rose out of the idea of this unhallowed marriage. Was Agnes, the
gentle Agnes, so fair and joyous, thereby to become a being unworthy of the
favour of heaven, and an outcast even from society? Was the sister for whom
she had indulged in so many a bright ambitious dream, reserved for such a
fate as this?--a wife disowned both by the laws of God and man!
Elizabeth flung herself down once more with a sort of powerless despair.
Which of these two was she to hate the most, whom, until now, she had so
dearly loved--the husband, who, by his selfish act, might blight and
blacken the whole existence of her only sister; or the sister, who, under
that sacred name, had stolen into the husband's heart, to dwell happy
in his love when she was mouldering forgotten in the dust? Her
thoughts became confused--her senses seemed abandoning her--the
shock had been so sudden. She had never before contemplated the possibility
of such a marriage. She had believed it forbidden by all laws, Divine or
human; and now, not only was it brought suddenly before her as a matter of
frequent occurrence, but there had been an energy and an anxiety in
Richard's manner of expressing himself, which proved that, however
unconsciously, it was yet for his own sake that he sought so earnestly to
prove the truth of his assertions.
There is a peculiar faculty in the human mind, which sometimes causes
it, when a new and absorbing idea is first presented to it, at once to
grasp it in its full extent, in all its bearings--past, present, and
future. Elizabeth's vivid imagination would not allow her to find
consolation in the great uncertainty of the evil she dreaded; it carried
her on at once to antici-
pate the marriage of her husband and sister as the infallible result of her own death,--now, as she believed, so near at hand. With her face buried in her hands, she lay on the ground, wrestling with the great agony of all the contending feelings which this terrible conviction had aroused within her.
Meanwhile Richard and Agnes sat together in the drawing-room
below. "Where is Elizabeth?" said Agnes, at last; "I have
not seen her at all this evening."
"I really do not know," said Richard, indifferently;
"perhaps she has gone to lie down. She fancies herself fatigued now,
whenever she has made the slightest exertion. Do go and sing to me,
Agnes," he continued, flinging aside his book; "this is just
the hour when I can best enjoy music."
Agnes complied, and in a few minutes Elizabeth could distinguish,
through the choking sobs that were bursting from her own lips, the sweet
tones of her sister's voice, as she sang, one after another, the
favourite songs which her husband most preferred.
"It is strange that Elizabeth does not come," said Agnes,
after a time; "she never goes to spend the evening in her room
without telling us at least. I must go and see where she is."
"Some fancy!" said Richard, in a tone of
irritation. "You had better leave her to herself. I wish she had your sweet temper, Agnes."
Agnes made no answer: it had often seemed strange to her that
Elizabeth was not in truth more uniformly happy, with so many blessings
round her. She left the room in search of her sister; but in an instant she
returned, with an agitated step, and a look of terror on her face, usually
so bright and sunny.
"Dear Richard, come quickly!" she exclaimed; "I quite
fear that Elizabeth is very ill: her door is locked, and she made no
answer when I called, but I can hear her groaning in so strange a
manner!"
Richard started from his seat, and bounded up stairs; Agnes followed.
They knocked at the door, and called in vain; but they could hear moan
succeeding moan. Alarmed to the last degree, Richard exerted all his
strength, and burst open the door. The violent shock, and the stunning
noise it occasioned, put the finishing stroke to the agitation of
Elizabeth's nerves and the confusion of her mind. Her husband rushed
in: all that he saw was her form stretched on the ground, trembling
and convulsed. He flung himself on his knees beside her, and lifted up her
head; whilst Agnes, kneeling close to him, drew back the long
tangled hair that hung over her sister's livid face. Elizabeth opened her eyes: they were full of the most wild and ghastly expression. A terrible fear shot through the mind of Richard that she had suddenly become insane. There was, in truth, a sort of chaos in her thoughts; but one idea remained too fearfully distinct.
Her gaze fell upon Agnes, and her heart revolted with unnatural horror
against her dear and only sister. Half frantic, she started up: with
the strength almost of a maniac, she seized Agnes by the arm, which she had
rested on the shoulder of Richard, and flung her back with such force, that
she fell headlong against the wall. Richard uttered a cry of terror; he
really thought she had killed her. He flew to Agnes, and raised her in his
arms. She was only stunned, not hurt. She looked up in his face, and
smiled, to reassure him. Elizabeth gazed upon them for a moment, as though
her quivering frame were turning into stone. Then, stretching out her hands
towards her husband, she exclaimed, in words which he then attributed to
the ravings of delirium, but which years after haunted him with a fearful
meaning, "Oh, Richard, Richard! she is your sister--your
sister--your sister!"
There was something so horrible in the tone in which she reiterated
these words, that Agnes
flew towards her, and strove to pass her arms round her, calling her by every endearing name. But Elizabeth disengaged herself from her embrace, and, sinking on the sofa, she began to utter shriek on shriek, evidently in great bodily agony.
In another hour she was alarmingly ill, and before morning a little
feeble child had been brought prematurely into the world, in which it
seemed too fragile to exist; and the life of the mother was despaired
of.
seemed alive at all but for the wild restless gaze of her sleepless eyes. There was in them a terrible expression of anxiety and misery, which told but too eloquently of the fierce human anguish with which that silent sufferer was wrestling.
It was a horrible thing to see one about to enter into those habitations
which are everlasting, whether for good or ill, thus concentrating all her
expiring faculties, not on earnest repentance, but on the perishing remnant
of the mortal life that now might be reckoned by days and hours. She seemed
ever struggling madly to express some one last wish, as though her soul
could not go forth till it had uttered certain words; but they could
comprehend nothing from her inarticulate efforts;--it was to Agnes
that she strove to address herself principally, though also to Richard, and
they very naturally concluded that, her whole anxiety was for her children
only--that all her endeavours were to make her sister understand that
she committed them to her care. Impressed with this idea, Agnes tried to
soothe and comfort her, by repeating again and again to her that she
understood her wishes, and that she would never leave her children, but
that she would make it the business of her life to watch over them and
devote herself entirely to them.
Richard also, in the same belief, assured her repeatedly that she might
be at peace with regard to the poor little infants whom she must leave
behind in this chill world. He would never allow Agnes to leave
him--she should stay with him to tend and care for them--they
should be consigned completely to her charge.
Those promises which, but for the one horrible idea that now possessed
the mind of Elizabeth, would have been to her so inexpressibly soothing and
consolatory, served only to madden and torture her as she lay there in her
helpless weakness, unable to tell them that they offered for her comfort
the very assurance she most dreaded.
Though not without hope, it was yet a death-bed most unquiet and
unblest. Could the dying woman have been altogether disengaged from the
engrossing thoughts of this world, it would doubtless have been a season of
inestimable profit to her departing soul, for Mr. Lambert attended her
assiduously, labouring with unwearied efforts to draw the poor straying
sheep in safety to the heavenly fold. But he saw almost with terror that
she let the redeemless hours pass recklessly away, with scarce a feeling
but for the inward conflict of the heart, whose beating was so soon to
cease for ever.
Her father-in-law, Mr. Clayton, had been so
painfully affected by the state in which he found her, that he had been obliged to relinquish the task of ministering to her in her last hours to his curate; and Mr. Lambert, well accustomed as he was to scenes of a similar nature, found it a most difficult duty. There was something in her mind which he could not fathom, whether anxiety for her children, or, as he was inclined to believe, some deeper and more envenomed cause. But he saw that it rendered nearly powerless all his efforts to awaken her to a more earnest consideration of the awful realities to which she was hurrying so swiftly. His voice, even when hallowed by the Name in which alone is Life Eternal, fell unheeded on the ears that were ever straining to catch the import of the words that passed between Richard and Agnes. It was well nigh in vain that he held up the Majesty of Justice as developed in the Mercy of the Cross, before the soul that vibrated between those feelings ever contending fearfully--the bitter jealousy against the once loved sister, for the sake of the yet dearer husband; or, when some kind act of the childhood's companion recalled the old affection, the horror akin to hate of the husband, who might destroy the bright prospects of that tender friend's young life.
But the first feeling predominated; and often
when Mr. Lambert would have joined her feeble hands in the attitude of supplication, she strove rather to use their failing strength in driving from her bed of death the sister whom she had caressed so often; or, when he endeavoured to pray with her, if he saw that she was really moved by the awful truths he brought before her, a spasm of horror would pass over her face at sight of these two, who were kneeling there side by side. Ultimately Mr. Lambert thought he had reason to hope that this poor sufferer, so bitterly tried in her dying hours, had yet been mercifully dealt with. There was often a look of most earnest pleading and of deepest penitence in her upraised eyes, which led him to trust that this tempest-driven soul had in truth flown to the One True Refuge, although its earthly anguish and anxiety had so sadly interfered with its last solemn duties.
It was a lovely June morning,--the sky was bright, as though it
never had a cloud, and the earth radiant, as though it knew no sin. It was
just such a day, when it would have been a glorious thing to have seen a
ransomed spirit burst the bonds of its clay, and fly from this land of
perishing beauty and fading sunbeams up to the fields of light above, where
the Sun of Righteousness for ever shines.
All those who had any claim on the affection
of Elizabeth Clayton were gathered round her, for her last hour was come. They had placed her little children in her arms, and a few bitter tears, the first she had shed, wet her cold cheek when she felt the little caressing hands passed round her neck. Yet she looked on them with a strange unnatural longing, as though she desired to convey them with her to the grave. Soon the one thought, which had obscured for her the glory of eternity, deadened the mother's heart within her. She signed to them to take away the smiling infants, for they intercepted her gaze upon those two standing as chief mourners side by side, whom to the last she must watch in her impotent jealousy. Her eyes were glazing fast--the chill of death was creeping through her stiffening members to her pallid breast; but she only felt that the struggle was at its climax--that in a few minutes more she would be powerless to say the words with which she sought to separate them, to interdict their unhallowed union, that now came choking to the lips too palsied to articulate.
She struggled fearfully for utterance; it was so terrible to see her
efforts that Agnes sank upon her knees beside her, and clasping her cold
hands, exclaimed--"Dear, dear Elizabeth, I know what you would
say, it is for your children; fear nothing, they shall be safe and
happy in my keeping; I will be as a mother to them."
"Yes," said Richard, bending over her; "my poor wife,
be at rest; do not doubt our love and care; together we will live only to
watch over those dear children."
Some dreadful emotion seemed to shake the whole frame of Elizabeth; with
a convulsive effort she half raised herself from her pillow; her eyes
glanced with the wildest eagerness from the one to the other; her pale lips
moved, and they could distinguish the faltering words,
"Agnes--not--marry;" it was all they could hear, but
Richard anxiously exclaimed, imagining he had understood at last the
meaning of her efforts: --"Agnes, she fears you will marry
and leave the poor children, but you will not--you will stay with
them."
"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Agnes, sobbing; "I will, indeed;
I will never leave this house; I promise it to you, my dearest
sister." The gleam faded from the despairing eyes of the dying
woman--an expression of utter hopelessness settled on her
features--they had misunderstood her to the last! It was all over
now: it was too late--she could do no more; life was ebbing; all
things had grown indistinct around her; she must resign herself to the
grave, and them to their unblest union. She
sank back; the thought was not in her soul, that He would remember her when He came to His kingdom; or, that He would be merciful to her a sinner; but only the horror of the compact which it seemed to her they had sealed at her very bed of death. She made one feeble effort to turn away her face from both when they stooped to kiss her, and so expired.
Mr. Clayton's views respecting such alliances as that, the very
thought of which had terrified Elizabeth into her grave, were so strong and
decisive, that it never occurred to him to suppose that Agnes could ever be
considered in any other light than as the sister of his son. He, therefore,
felt it to be most desirable, both for the children and Richard, that she
should be placed at the head of his establishment under that title; an
arrangement which would, in truth, be highly advantageous
in almost all similar cases, had no idea of an unlawful union between persons so connected ever been admitted into the minds of men.
None of the parties concerned in this affair had, however, in appearance
at least, the most distant idea of any such alliance; and, consequently, no
obstacle seemed to exist against a plan in all other respects so very
suitable.
Mr. Hardman was quite satisfied that an arrangement which met with the
sanction of the vicar of B--, must be perfectly right, and he imagined
that he had gathered from Mr. Clayton's letter that Agnes and his son
were to reside with himself. In this Mr. Hardman was altogether mistaken,
as Richard had no intention of quitting The Mount. But this erroneous idea
satisfied the demands of Mrs. Hardman's implacable propriety, and she
thankfully consented that Agnes should remain at a comfortable distance
from her own less attractive daughter.
Richard Clayton was, during some time, completely absorbed in grief for
the loss of his wife. There are few who can bear unmoved, that the heart
which has loved them best on earth is cold for ever, however little they
may have valued the affection while it lasted. And his sorrow was by no
means unmingled with remorse. He could not endure the society
of any one excepting Agnes, with whom he could talk of his Elizabeth, and who in voice and manner so often reminded him of her. Agnes, deeply moved at his distress, and feeling that there was a bond between them in the love they had borne to the departed, devoted herself to the task of soothing and consoling him. Her efforts were not without success; she soon removed the first bitterness of his regrets, and, after a time, Richard could not but feel that his home was still a most happy one. He found himself carefully surrounded with all the comforts and elegance which a woman alone can give to the details of domestic life. His children were cared for, his household well arranged; and when he returned in the evening, wearied with his day's sport, he never failed to be received with a bright smile of welcome, and to find many little preparations for his coming:--the chair drawn towards the fire, the new book placed beside it, and other marks of attention to his wishes, which, trifling in themselves, yet tend wonderfully to promote the happiness of each day as it passes.
Agnes herself, though she never ceased to regret her sister, gradually
recovered her natural cheerfulness and gaiety of heart. Occupation is the
sovereign remedy for despondency, and she had but little time now to brood
over the past. Full of the sad enthusiasm with which we seek
to fulfil our duties to the dead, she gave herself up almost entirely to the care of her sister's children, both of whom required much of her time and attention. The little Mary was a sweet engaging child, timid and sensitive, and displaying, even at that early age, all her mother's acuteness of feeling; she and her brother were the only relations Agnes now had in the world, and she loved her little niece with the most passionate affection. Mary continued to regret her mother with a tenacity of recollection very uncommon in so young a child, so that Agnes spent many hours of the day in endeavouring to amuse her.
The infant, for whom this world's miseries had commenced almost
with his first breath, was a still greater anxiety to his young aunt.
During his mother's illness he had been little attended to, and now
he was struggling for the life that seemed to have so slight a hold on his
little feeble frame. Richard's physician told him very plainly that
the most constant watchfulness and attention alone could preserve an
existence so precarious; and he implored of Agnes, almost with tears, to
devote herself to this arduous task; for he had long desired most earnestly
to have a son, and he could not bear to think that the gift had only been
given to be resumed.
Thus she had much to occupy her thoughts;
and Mr. Clayton not unfrequently employed her in attending on the poor of his parish. He was anxious, by making her acquainted with the sober realities of life, to induce her to take a more serious and practical view of our condition in this world, and of the duties incumbent on us all. There was a certain taint of false poetical sentiment and overstrained romance in the character of Agnes Maynard, which she owed no doubt to the influence of her Parisian teachers, and which Mr. Clayton felt to be sadly at variance with the rigid self-denial and invincible holiness that ought to control the actions of a Christian in all the circumstances of life.
She seemed to think that the unbounded indulgence of her feelings at all
times was almost a matter of duty; and her best actions were performed, not
because they were right, but because they were generally
agreeable to her naturally sweet disposition.
She visited the poor, not from that blessed motive once given for the
performance of this duty, which makes it the highest privilege on earth,
but simply because it really gave her pleasure to relieve their sufferings;
and even her attention to the little children was the mere natural result
of her fond regrets for their dead mother, and was never viewed by her as a
means given to her whereby she might serve her Master. The manner in which she devoted herself to them however, won for her the esteem and admiration of her acquaintances in the neighbourhood of B--; and it became the fashion to seek her friendship. This was extremely agreeable both to Richard and herself, for they were alike fond of society and amusement, having but few resources in themselves. They failed not to place the highest value on the favour and consideration of those whom wealth or rank seemed to render desirable friends; and Richard especially, who fervently loved this world, was most ambitious of its honours. Their happiness was, therefore, increased in no small degree by the position they had now attained in society, and for considerably more than a year they lived in the enjoyment of the greatest ease and comfort. This state might have continued long, and their contentment would doubtless but have increased as they saw the children improving in health, and Richard acquiring great influence in the county; but they were doomed to suffer by that fatal laxity of principle, which has caused it to be considered as a possibility in Christian England that a man should become the husband of one who is virtually his sister!
No one had ever dreamt of questioning the
propriety of Agnes's residence with her brother-in-law. Mr. Clayton would as soon have thought of objecting to the presence of his own daughter in the house of his son. But there are to be found in every neighbourhood persons whose business it seems to be to attend to the affairs of their neighbours--who occupy themselves in arranging the plans of others, and prosecute their unjustifiable interference with the ostensible motive of offering well meant advice and judicious kindness. B-- was infested by a lady of this description. Mrs. Sharp was the wife of a lawyer, who resided in the village because it placed him at a convenient distance from an estate which he managed in the absence of the proprietor. She was a person of a busy, active disposition, and a perfectly vacant mind. She took a singularly microscopic view of those things which are alone of any importance in this world, whilst it was her delight to magnify trifles, especially if they were sources of annoyance, into matters of weight and consequence. She loved to dig out all those little evils of life which men wisely seek to bury in oblivion, and make their sting be thoroughly felt and understood; and she had a sort of spasmodic irritability of temper, which made it impossible for her to endure quietly the resignation or cheerfulness of her friends. Being
excessively ambitious and very vain, she soon found that her standing in society was not by any means what she could have wished, and she therefore betook herself to that peculiar species of self-aggrandizement, which consisted in the depreciation and abuse of others, so as to produce a comparison favourable to herself; clearly believing, that while enlarging on the faults and follies of her friends, her own virtues grew brighter in proportion. Mr. Sharp systematically encouraged her to take an active and engrossing interest in the affairs of her neighbours, as he thereby diverted her energy of mind and warmth of eloquence from himself and his proceedings.
Thus Mrs. Sharp, with her inquisitive eyes, her busy tongue, and her
spiteful disposition, was an object of terror to the whole
neighbourhood--from the vicar, who generally saw her enter the
cottages of his parishioners as soon as he quitted them, in order to learn
what he had been saying, and counteract its effects, down to the little
village girl, who as required to enter into minute details respecting the
quality of her Sunday dinner, and other such interesting particulars. This
lady Agnes Maynard had the misfortune to offend. Mrs. Sharp had been
extremely anxious to cultivate her acquaintance when she found how intimate
she had be-
come with the leading families of the country; and Agnes, who was at all times accustomed to think far more of her own pleasure than of the courtesies of life, had not scrupled, as she thought her a particularly disagreeable person, to repel her advances in a very marked and humiliating manner. This slight was never forgiven or forgotten by Mrs. Sharp; she cherished a sense of injury with all the tenacity of a little mind; and from that day it became one of the chief objects of her existence to find some means of indulging her deep-rooted and bitter dislike of Agnes. It was so, perhaps, unconsciously to herself; for Mrs. Sharp, like most people, was well grounded in the art of self-deceit; and she persuaded herself that it was a laudable zeal for the well-being of society, which induced her to spread many evil reports respecting the residence of Agnes Maynard with her brother-in-law, instead of a mean and ungenerous desire of revenge.
It so chanced, that in the course of the second year after the death of
Elizabeth Clayton, Mrs. Sharp went for a few days to London. One of her
first proceedings on arriving there was to call on Mrs. Hardman, as she had
long looked forward with a keen relish to some favourable opportunity of
stirring up that respectable lady to a virtuous indignation against her
ward, for
whose conduct Mr. Hardman was to a certain degree responsible.
Mrs. Sharp had been acquainted with the family during their six
months' residence at the Mount; and the first polite speeches were
scarcely over, when she proceeded gradually to insinuate what was in fact
the real object of her visit. She began by looking fixedly and with an air
of profound compassion on Mrs. Hardman, and having given vent to several
heavy sighs, remarked that she was thankful to see her in tolerable
spirits.
"I believe my spirits are generally very good," said Mrs.
Hardman, who sat stiff and impassible as usual. "No one can accuse me
of being variable: my temper is even and equable, as it ought to
be."
"Ah, well! you are a very strong-minded person, I
know," said Mrs. Sharp; "still I must say I expected to see you
a little moved by such a trial."
"Mrs. Sharp, may I ask to what you allude?" inquired Mrs.
Hardman. "Trials I have, no doubt, such as I believe no one but a
person of my strength of character could have undergone; but I am not aware
that you are acquainted with them: they are buried in my own
bosom."
"My dear Mrs. Hardman, I can assure you
this one is not buried anywhere," exclaimed Mrs. Sharp; "no one talks of anything else at B--. It was only the other day that I met Lady C-- on the road, and she stopped her carriage, and put her head out of the window, (you know I am very intimate with Lady C--) and she held up her hands just in this way, and said,--"Well, Mrs. Sharp, this is a sad affair, only to think that Mrs. Hardman should have sanctioned-- I won't annoy you by repeating the rest; but it is the opinion of every one. Why, there was Mr. L--; he said to my husband, that his opinion of Mr. Hardman's good sense and respectability were unavoidably shaken,--these were his words, 'unavoidably shaken.'"
"Mrs. Sharp, I beg you will explain yourself," exclaimed
Mrs. Hardman, becoming crimson with anger and impatience; "I cannot
guess what you are talking of."
"Can you not, indeed? Well, then, it must be because you do not
see it in the light that I do, and that every one else does. Perhaps it is
not the kind of misfortune that affects you--people are so different!
To be sure, it is not like a loss of money; but, for my part, I am so
sensitive, there is no misfortune I would not bear sooner than disgrace. It
would be to me worse than any affliction. I declare to you
I would rather see Mr. Sharp expire before my eyes than be disgraced as you have been."
"Disgrace is not a word that ever applied to me or any of my
family," exclaimed Mrs. Hardman; "I am sure of that, at all
events!"
"Of course you are; and that is just what makes this, in my
opinion, so heavy a trial to you. If it had been one of your own family,
(and I am sure I hope none of them ever will follow her
example,) you would have endured it as a domestic affliction; but to be so
lowered in the eyes of the world by a person who is not even a
relation!"
"How often am I to tell you that I don't know what you
mean?" screamed Mrs. Hardman, fairly driven out of her usual dignity
by her frantic curiosity; "if you have anything to say at all, why
don't you speak out?"
At these words Mrs. Sharp turned slowly round, and fixed her staring
eyes on the excited lady with a look of well-acted
astonishment:--"Do you really mean to say," she
replied, as the words dropped from her lips with exasperating coolness,
"that you have not heard --"
"I have heard nothing," shouted Mrs. Hardman, "I have
been telling you so for the last hour!" With that Mrs. Sharp elevated
her eyes, shook her head, clasped her hands, and nodded
mysteriously several times. During these evolutions, Mrs. Hardman looked at her as if she could have devoured her. Finally, losing all patience, she actually shook her by the arm and desired her to speak.
Mrs. Sharp, seeing that she had worked up her friend to a suitable state
of excitement, at once complied, and hastened to enlarge on the residence
of Agnes Maynard in the house of Richard Clayton, in terms which could have
been imagined only by a mind not merely devoid of the slightest refinement
or delicacy, but of principle also. We say devoid of principle, because,
had she judged Agnes and Richard by the high and holy standard set before
us all, she could not have considered them otherwise than as brother and
sister.
Mrs. Hardman and her husband, who had now come in, shocked and dismayed
at the manner in which she spoke, hurriedly demanded if Agnes had not been
residing with the elder Mr. Clayton. They had received but few
communications from the Mount since the death of Elizabeth, and were,
consequently, ignorant of many details.
A triumphant negative was given to their question by Mrs. Sharp, who
further proceeded to mix up with her statement the leaven of falsity and
exaggeration which is always to be
found in the discourse of such persons. She assured them that the conduct of Agnes was strongly reprobated by the society in the neighbourhood of B--, and that it was a matter of universal astonishment that Mr. Hardman should permit her to remain in so equivocal a situation. The furious indignation of the Hardmans at this account may be imagined; that their sense of propriety should be called in question by the world of their idolatry, was an affront not to be endured, and it might prove very injurious to Mr. Hardman were it known that he had left his ward in a doubtful position. They declared to Mrs. Sharp, that they were under a deep sense of obligation to her, that they had been grossly deceived, but that they would rectify their unconscious error that very day. To which she responded with an air of virtuous modesty, that she had only done her duty--that she applauded their resolution of speedily interfering in this unpleasant affair; and then took her leave, fortified by their praises for some yet more determined assault on the domestic happiness of a few more of her friends.
By that night's post a letter was despatched to Agnes, the joint
composition of Mr. and Mrs. Hardman, in which her present position, as it
appeared in the eyes of the world, was
qualified in terms that must wound her beyond endurance; and which terminated with a peremptory order to her to place herself without delay under the escort of the person they would send to conduct her to London, where she was henceforward to reside in their house as her sister had done.
In their own house Agnes had taken care
that all should be cheerfulness and gaiety, and Richard thought with delight of the bright scene that waited him as he rode home through the darkness that evening. He had been called to some distance on business; he was chilled and wearied, and he pictured to himself the well lighted room, with the huge fire blazing on the hearth, and the little Mary springing from the arms of her young aunt to meet him.
The scene which did in fact await him at the Mount, was a melancholy
contrast to this pleasing vision. He went first to the drawing-room,
already surprised that no one met him at the door. There was no light
there, and the room was in disorder; but most of all, he missed the sweet
face of Agnes brightening so gaily at his approach. It was the first time
she had ever failed to welcome him, and a sudden foreboding of evil
assailed him. He went hurriedly from room to room in search of her. He
called her anxiously, but no answer was returned. At last a sound of
stifled sobbing met his ear. It came from the sleeping room of his
children, and he opened the door at once and went in. Agnes was kneeling
beside the cradle of the little Mary, who had fallen asleep, her cheeks yet
wet with the tears she had shed in her innocent sympathy for the sorrow of
her aunt, though she had been unable to comprehend the
cause of it. Agnes had buried her face in the pillow, and was weeping as though her very heart would break. She started at the sound of Richard's voice, as he took her hands in his and besought her to tell him what had grieved her. Her distress was so violent that she could not speak for a few minutes; then she could only utter a few incoherent words. She pointed to the child, so beautiful and smiling in its quiet slumber.
"How can I ever bear to leave her!" she exclaimed;
"and still more, how could I leave you, dear Richard, and this happy
home--all, all I love in the world! How can I go? I cannot, I cannot!
I should die! I know that I should!" She spoke with that frantic
impatience of suffering which we should all be disposed to feel, had we no
pure and holy motive given us for a calm endurance. Richard was bewildered
with astonishment.
"What can you mean, Agnes?" he said; "Where would you
go? Who is it that would dare to take you from me?" She was sobbing
so much that she could not answer, but she pointed to the letter which lay
on the ground beside her. He took it up and read it through. Agnes looked
up at him when he had finished it, and she was perfectly appalled by the
storm of passion which convulsed his features. He
actually shook with anger; he crushed the letter in his hand till not a word was legible; then, trampling it under foot, he burst into the most tremendous invectives against those who had written it. Agnes trembled with terror at his violence. She almost forgot her grief in her anxiety. She rose up, and clinging to his arm, implored of him to be more composed.
"Dear Richard," she said, "it can do no good to use
these terrible words against them; let us think rather what we are to do. I
cannot go, I feel that I cannot; it would kill me!"
"You shall not," said Richard, turning to her almost
fiercely. "I tell you, you shall not leave me; no power on earth will
induce me to part from you."
"But how? how?" said Agnes. "I cannot stay when such
terms have been used towards me." She covered her face with her hands
as she spoke: her movement seemed to increase the fury of
Richard's indignation, but a stern resolution made him now more calm;
he drew away her hands, and bid her look up boldly.
"Agnes," he said, "I must take this night to consider
how the matter had best be managed, but I charge you in the mean time to
remain convinced of this--you shall not leave me; we shall not be
separated, come what may; I will never consent to part with you." His
tone of
decision, and his look of settled determination, gave Agnes an involuntary faith in his words, though she could not at all perceive how they were to be verified; but her womanly feeling of helplessness compelled her to rely with unquestioning trust on his promise, that he would save her from the trial she could not and would not bear.
"I will leave it all to you, then," she said, "for I
am bewildered,--I cannot tell what is to be done. I only know I
cannot leave you and those dear children:--Who
would care for them as I have done?"
"Who indeed? and for their sakes, Agnes, we must not scruple at
any measure which shall ensure to them your tender love and watchfulness.
Fear nothing, then; go and sleep in peace; to-morrow we will make
some arrangement by which we can defy the world to separate us."
And Agnes did rest calmly that night with Mary nestling in her arms. She
felt as though she must keep guard over this precious child, even through
the darkness, lest they stole her away; but she trusted with the most
perfect security to Richard's assurances, nothing doubting that he
could perform what he had promised.
For Richard Clayton, however, there was no rest that night; hour after
hour he paced to
and fro in anxious reflection as to his future conduct. He was a shrewd and a clever man, and from the first moment when he read the Hardmans' letter, his acute mind had grasped the details of the case in their full extent, and he had perceived that there remained but one alternative for himself and his sister-in-law. It was perfectly impossible that Agnes Maynard should continue to reside in his house in a position which had called forth such remarks; he would have been the first to despise her had she done so; and yet with the same impatience of sorrow which she had manifested, and which is the characteristic of all undisciplined minds, he felt that he could not, he would not, lose her. Even for his children's sake she must remain. How could he endure to see them dying for want of the assiduous care which she alone could give them? Mary, who seemed to have no power to live, save in an atmosphere of love; and the fragile infant, his son, the pride of his heart, on whom so many hopes were built, only now beginning to exhibit symptoms of increasing strength and health, which all would vanish, as he knew full well, if a cold heart and careless hand alone were to be concerned in his welfare. Moreover Richard Clayton, although of a generous temper, was essentially selfish--peculiarities of disposition which are by no means incompatible.
He could not bear to think of his house in disorder, cheerless, and lonely, with all the petty cares of the "menage," which are so essentially a woman's province, devolving on himself. No; Agnes must remain with him; but there was one only position in which it was possible for her to do so--she must become his wife!
He would never have desired to look upon Agnes in any other light than
as his sister, had the unlawfulness of a union, such as that which he now
projected, been sufficiently felt and understood in this country to have
enabled her to remain with impunity in charge of his establishment.
This, however, is not the case,--to the destruction of much
domestic happiness, and of many of the holiest and best feelings of our
nature. It is certain that the unjustifiable license which has been given
to these marriages by the diversity of opinion on this point (so long
decided by primitive and holy authority), has driven many to form the
connexion from which their better feelings would otherwise have
revolted.
Richard Clayton was determined to retain the society of his
sister-in-law, and by this arrangement alone could he do so.
Therefore, following the inflexible law of his own inclination, he resolved
to accomplish it. He had no
pure and lofty principle in his own soul to restrain him, and for external obstacles he cared little, for he knew that such marriages had taken place. But he was not aware of the fact, that they are very generally reprobated by society.
Had Richard known that the world he loved so truly, severe in the
enforcement of its own code of conventional laws, has affixed a stigma to
the name of him who takes for his wife the woman who has been called his
sister, he would perhaps have been prevented by his worship of public
opinion from taking that step which his professed Christianity in vain
prohibited. He was ignorant, however, of the general feeling which is
fortunately so strong on this point, and he anticipated no opposition
excepting from his father. Mr. Clayton, he was certain, would view such a
deed with the sternest disapprobation.
But Richard had long ceased attempting even to follow in the straight
and narrow path which his father, uncompromising in his high standard of
right and wrong, had traced out before him. He could not have taken one
step in such a course, unassisted by that self-denial, without which
it is worse than mockery to profess the Holy Christian Faith, but which was
a blessing yet unknown to him. He, therefore, constantly
declared that it was quite impossible for him to please his father, and made this conviction a license to himself, recklessly to brave his displeasure at all times. One measure only must be taken with regard to Mr. Clayton,--the marriage must be carefully concealed from him until it was too late to prohibit it. From Agnes herself Richard expected no opposition; the idea would be startling to her at first, for he felt certain she bad never entertained a thought as to the possibility of such an arrangement; but he knew that he possessed great influence over her--the influence which a man of strong will must at all times possess over a weak and timid woman, unless there be in her that strength which is best shown forth in weakness. But most of all he relied on the all-powerful argument of his children's welfare, and her own bitter grief at the mere thought of leaving her happy home.
Richard Clayton had plausibly reasoned himself into the full belief that
he was acting for the best when he went next morning to offer Agnes Maynard
the position of wife in the house where she had dwelt as sister; and yet
there was a feeling of conscious guilt at his heart when she came to meet
him with her frank warm greeting, and addressed him by the name of brother,
which, for the first time, grated so unpleasantly
on his ears. The sight of his children, however, reassured him--they seemed to plead his cause already. The infant lay on Agnes' knees, now showing signs of intelligence, and smiling at the sound of her sweet well-known voice; whilst Mary clung to her hand, which she kissed repeatedly. Richard looked on the group for a moment, and then spoke in an earnest and serious tone which his anxiety rendered impressive. He told her calmly and boldly the result of his deliberations. They had mutually agreed that, happen what might, they would remain together. In one manner only was this possible--she must consent to marry him. The violent start, the rush of warm blood to her very forehead, the wild bewildered glance of her eyes upon his face--for all this Richard was fully prepared; but he trembled for the success of his plan, when he saw that she shrunk from his side where she had placed herself so confidingly, and that her breast seemed heaving with some strong emotion. It was many minutes before she could speak; and when at last her words came, seemingly from her very heart, with a heavy sigh, they were but these:--"Oh, Elizabeth, Elizabeth!" It was the voice of her conscience which spoke in that brief exclamation, too much warped and deadened by indifference and false sentiment to arouse her at
once with the remembrance of the immaculate holiness of the faith to which she was pledged; it seemed, with a sudden instinct, to raise up the dead before her as a barrier between herself and the man who sought to make her his wife.
Yet this was but a vague and weak obstacle wherewith to oppose the
concentrated strength of her affection for all those dear ones round her.
Had there ever been in her soul one pure and firm determination to follow
in the painful steps of Him, who for her sake had not where to lay His
head, how willingly would she have abandoned home and friends, and all
earth's dearest joys, rather than have deviated one hair's
breadth from the line of severest holiness and rectitude! But she had never
known any such solemn and blessed delivering up of self at the foot of the
Cross; she had made herself at all times so much the slave of her own
feelings, that it could not be expected that they should fail to obtain the
mastery at this the crisis of her fate.
It is needless to repeat all the arguments by which Richard induced her
to give him a favourable answer. They were such as have been mentioned
already, and for a mind constituted like that of Agnes Maynard certainly
most powerful. Her French education had
tended sadly to falsify her sense of right and wrong; and many things seemed to her pardonable, and even justifiable, that would have shocked a mind never subjected to the poisonous influence that had not been without effect on hers. It was this that enabled her to adopt so readily the shallow sophistry of Richard, who answered her, when she attempted feebly to urge the peculiar connexion which already existed between them, by reminding her that he had known her before his engagement with her sister, she would not have scrupled to have married him then, and why should she do so now? Their connexion was but in name. Would she, for the sake of a name--a shadow, sacrifice his happiness and her own--the life of those dear children? He took the little hands of his innocent Mary and folded them in his own that she might plead for him, and Agnes yielded. Richard Clayton effected his purpose--his sister-in-law agreed to become his wife.
During the interval which followed, Agnes seemed desirous to drive the
whole affair from her thoughts altogether. She appeared to be animated with
a forced and unnatural gaiety; laughed and talked far more than usual; and
would not allow the children to quit her for a moment. Richard occupied
himself so incessantly with the necessary and somewhat difficult
preparations, that he excluded all other thoughts; but the truth was, that
neither of them was so calm inwardly as they sought to appear to one
another. Without communicating their feelings to each other, they
simul-
taneously avoided the church, for they could not endure to pass the grave of Elizabeth.
No answer was sent to Mr. Hardman's letter, and it was speedily
followed by another full of the most bitter indignation against Agnes. He
concluded by saying, that if she did not appear at his house in London
within a given time, he would himself come in search of her to
B--.
"We shall pass him on the road," said Richard scornfully, as
he handed the letter to Agnes; "we must be married in
London."
"Not here?" asked Agnes, in a tremulous voice.
"Here!" replied Richard, angrily; "what are you thinking
of?--how is it possible? do you suppose my father, or Mr. Lambert,
would ever consent?" Agnes felt a cold shiver pass through her frame,
she scarce knew why, but she made no answer.
Richard had found that it was more easy to decide upon such a step than
to put it in execution; there were several difficulties to be overcome. He
had to investigate into the state of the law respecting marriages of this
nature; and he found, although not at that period declared null and void,
as they have since been by the passing of the Act to that effect in 1835,
they were even then voidable, and capable of being set aside
altogether. This could only be done, however, if an action was
brought against them during the life-time of both parties, and Richard's fears were quieted at once when he discovered that it was so, as he did not conceive it possible that any one could ever find it his interest to attempt such a measure.
Another obstacle seemed to him more serious, which was the possibility
that no clergyman would consent to perform the ceremony. A little
reflection, however, soon overcame this difficulty. It was very easy to go
to London, where the parish priest of some populous district, in which the
names of Richard Clayton and Agnes Maynard were quite unknown, would never
think of asking if any peculiar connexion subsisted between them.
Richard wrote to a lady, a cousin of his own, who resided in London,
whose theory it was, that all duties which interfered with inclination were
overmuch righteousness; and having communicated to her the state of the
case, begged of her to receive Agnes into her house during the three weeks
which must be given to the publishing of the banns. He received an answer
complying with his request and promising secresy. He then told his father
that he was going to take Agnes to London for a few weeks to visit a
friend, and the next day they left the Mount together.
It was a cold gloomy morning on which
they commenced their journey. Agnes was deadly pale: she shivered violently, and averted her head as they passed the churchyard. Richard asked, with considerable irritation, what was the reason of the tears that filled her eyes? and she answered, that she grieved to leave the children--it was the first time she had quitted them. "Well, now you will be with them always after this; so pray let me see you gay and happy, Agnes. You could not have seemed more dismal, if I had been taking you to Mr. Hardman's." This allusion had the effect he desired: her face brightened immediately. She began to laugh merrily at the idea that her guardian was probably leaving London that day in search of her; and Richard had no further reason to complain of her sadness, although her gaiety was somewhat forced.
During the three weeks which followed their arrival in London, Richard
took care, with the willing assistance of his cousin, that Agnes should be
continually occupied with some amusement, which left her no time for
thought. She was thankful, indeed, to be spared all reflection; for, in
spite of herself, there was a vague and painful feeling which she could not
define, that haunted her at all times when Richard alluded to their
marriage. Even the
night before it took place,--the night that surely, in all similar cases, should be devoted to most earnest prayer for grace to perform the solemn vows about to be taken,--was spent by Agnes Maynard at the theatre; and when she awoke next morning, tired and depressed, she could scarce believe that this was indeed her wedding-day. Her wedding-day! How differently had she pictured it to herself in her bright visions years ago! How often had she fancied herself going forth an honoured bride, amid warm congratulations and friendly wishes, to become a happy wife in face of all the world! If ever a day in her whole life was to be bright and joyous, she had thought it should be this, when, by a most holy ordinance, she was to receive the promise of unchanging affection from one who was to be her protector and guide even to her life's end; and to herself was to be given the blessed task of smoothing for him the rugged path of life, and devoting herself to him as tender friend and faithful wife. And now the day was come; but how could she feel glad or thankful for it, when she was going forth stealthily--as if about to do some evil deed--to unite herself to one whom she well knew many would say ought never to have been her husband! Instead of rejoicings and festivities to celebrate her marriage, concealment and decep-
tion were necessary, before it could be effected at all. The numerous friends sympathising in her happiness were to be replaced by two witnesses whose services were remunerated; and this hour, so momentous and agitating for her, must be met alone and unsupported.
There was a heavy weight at the heart of Agnes Maynard, as she looked
out and saw the one single carriage that stood at the door, to convey
herself and her future husband to the church. Heaven did not smile upon
her; for a dull, heavy rain was pouring from the thick black clouds; and
she remembered, with the painfully-superstitious feeling which at
times assails us all, the old proverb, that a weeping sky forebodes a
weeping bride.
Richard's cousin accompanied them; but, as she was a lady
profoundly devoted to her own comfort, it was not without considerable
difficulty that he could induce her to leave the house in such weather; and
she did not scruple to manifest her discontent during the whole of their
cheerless drive, shivering and complaining of the cold, without a thought
for poor Agnes, who sat crouching in the corner, pale as death. When they
reached the church, the lady ensconced herself in a pew, and, desiring them
to call her when they were ready to return, left them to proceed alone
towards the altar. Agnes
trembled so violently, that she could scarcely walk; and Richard rebuked her somewhat harshly, for being, as he said, absurdly nervous. They had been on too intimate terms during their former intercourse to admit of his treating her with that peculiar homage which is generally offered to a young bride at such an hour; and the angry words that at another time would have affected her but little, seemed cruel to Agnes, as she ascended the altar-steps. They stood side by side: the clergyman hurried over a duty which the cold and comfortless aspect of all around rendered by no means pleasant. They took those solemn vows whereby two human beings are constituted guardians of one another's happiness, and each is provided with a friend whom neither time nor change, sickness nor sorrow, shall ever alienate; and at that moment, when surely no other thought should have been in their hearts, save the imploring of a blessing on one another's heads,--the blessing which henceforward they would seek to embody in every action of their lives,--why was it that before the eyes of Richard Clayton and Agnes Maynard there seemed to pass the form of Elizabeth, turning away from them the wan pale face, as she turned it at the last hour when they would have given her their farewell kiss?
The ceremony was over--the cold, unfelt
blessing was uttered by the lips of the stranger, who had never seen them before, and cared never to see them again--and it was not without an involuntary shudder that they heard themselves pronounced man and wife in the very same words which when spoken for Richard and Elizabeth had constituted them brother and sister!
They took leave of their cousin at the door of the church, and proceeded
to a village on the sea-shore, where they remained for some little
time before they returned to the Mount to take up their residence once more
in the home where they had dwelt together under the plea of a relationship
of so very different a nature.
of a man whom she thought it possible to marry
, they could yet feel the instinctive revolting of conscience against a union between those two, for death had dissolved the tie between Richard and Elizabeth in one sense only--it had not dissolved the relationship which that tie had produced--Agnes was still sister to her who mouldered in the dust--Richard was still one flesh with her--the fraternity between them remained unbroken as between children of the same parents; the humble servants felt these things, though they could not have expressed them, and their natural indignation and repugnance at the step which their master had taken were fostered to the uttermost by the assiduous efforts of Mrs. Sharp.
This lady, under pretence of visiting the little Mary, had come to the
Mount every day since the departure of Richard and Agnes, in order to glean
what information she could respecting their mysterious journey, which she
could not help connecting with her own visit to Mr. and Mrs. Hardman, and
the letter which she knew they had written in consequence. She was herself
under the full belief that Agnes had returned to her guardian's
protection; and when she heard of their marriage, she was, to do her
justice, sincerely and deeply shocked. In fact, no person, even worldly
minded and unrefined
as Mrs. Sharp was, could fail to be otherwise on first hearing of a union of that description, unless their mind had received a bias to a contrary opinion from the sophistical arguments of those who fear not to show a practical contempt of God's laws and ordinances; and it seemed to her a very horrible thing that Richard should hold in such light esteem the sacred tie which had united him to Elizabeth, that he thus openly set at nought the indissoluble bonds with which it had bound him as brother to her sister. Soon, however, when the first feelings of astonishment and indignation had subsided, it was with no small delight that Mrs. Sharp found she had now a fair and most legitimate ground for inveighing against Agnes in the strongest terms; and she so worked on the minds of Richard's servants, already sufficiently excited on the subject, that they received the newly-married couple on their arrival with the most cold and sullen looks; some of them, full of that superstitious dread of a judgment on those who do such deeds (which is not altogether a superstition), did not even delay an hour informing their master that they would not remain in his service. This was a chilling reception for the unhonoured bride; but a sharper pang awaited her. Mary had been left entirely to the care of the servants, and to the tender mercies of Mrs.
Sharp, and they had not failed to fill her young mind with many painful ideas respecting her father and aunt, which, with all the strength and power of early impressions, were destined to influence her feelings towards them during the remainder of her life. No attempt is made at the age of this innocent little being to hide what passes in the mind, and they received their first bitter lesson as to the manner in which both God and man were to view this deed, from the pure lips of the child they loved so well.
Richard was furiously angry, Agnes miserable, and their first evening at
home was a very sad one.
The next morning, Richard wrote a note to Mr. Clayton, requesting to
know when he could see him. It was not without a pang that they felt such a
measure to be necessary. The answer was delayed some hours; it came at
last, merely a verbal message, naming an hour on the following day, when
Mr. Clayton would receive them. They looked forward with the most painful
anxiety to the interview. The profound affection which both felt almost
equally for him, was mingled with a respect amounting to awe; for it does
not require a mind of a high order to feel the influence of superior
holiness.
At the appointed hour they walked together to the vicarage. They had to
cross the church-
yard, which was separated from the garden only by an invisible fence; there was a grave laid there, which they passed with hurried steps and averted head; the church stood so near the house, that it seemed placed almost within the grounds, and the east window was close to that of the drawing-room.
It was impossible at the vicarage of B-- to be indifferent to the
proximity of that holy and beautiful house, with its quiet
grass-grown tombs, telling of the body sown in dishonour and
weakness, and its cross, giving a hope of that which is raised in glory and
power. It was a blessed thing when some earthly sorrow was at work, and
many a hidden pang smote through the soul, to be able at once to lift the
eyes to that fair church and think of the sure rest that remaineth for the
people of God: but these two, as they sat waiting in the
drawing-room of the vicarage, turned away their eyes from the
sight.
It was some time before Mr. Clayton appeared. Agnes had buried her face
in her hands. Richard walked moodily to and fro. He entered at last. Their
hearts sunk within them at sight of him who for their sakes had spent the
last three days in fasting and prayer. He was not stern, but grave and
calm; his face had the traces of bitter suffering, but it wore
also an expression of firm determination, which they knew resulted from the triumph of duty over natural affection.
They all seemed simultaneously to feel that the customary expressions of
welcome and greeting would be a bitter mockery, and for a few minutes no
one spoke. The tears which Agnes had shed abundantly over the estrangement
of the little Mary were dried up now by the burning blush that crimsoned
her face when she found herself standing before that grey-haired old
man, who had so struggled after a rigid and unshrinking holiness, that his
life and thoughts were pure as those of an innocent child. Richard seemed
endeavouring to conceal his fierce uneasiness, his restless angry
suffering. Mr. Clayton looked from the one to the other, and became much
agitated; he turned to the window to hide his emotion; the sight probably
of the church, at whose altar he ministered as priest, restored to him his
courage and his strength. He came and stood before them severe and
unmoved.
"It is best we should understand each other," he said,
addressing his son. "Richard, you have taken a step which you were
perfectly aware could only meet with the most severe and unqualified
disapprobation from me; but you will doubtless say that you have long since
cast off
the trammels of paternal authority--that you are no longer of an age when it is necessary for you to be influenced by my opinions, or to consult my wishes--that we stand together as man with man, the one as likely to be right in his ideas as the other, each holding his own views in independence, acting by his own standard of right and wrong. Be this as it may, certain it is that you stand on your own responsibility so far as regards the ordering of your life in the sight of God. I have not the power, because I am your earthly father, of compelling you to serve your Father which is in heaven. As your parent, then, I profess no authority to condemn the deed which you have done; but on far higher ground I do most solemnly condemn it, even as a priest of the Most High! Let me set aside, then, all other relationship save that of a clergyman and his parishioner; as such, I must tell you plainly, that the union you have contracted is contrary to the will of God, to the authority of the Church, and to the law of the land; it is unhallowed, it must be unblest. Your purpose in coming here to-day is to request that I, a minister of Christ, will sanction the marriage of a man with a woman who is virtually his sister. You are aware that my first and highest duty is to my flock; I am set before them not as a teacher only, but as an example, in humblest
imitation of Him whose servant I am, and who was Teacher and Example to the world. You know that I have always most strongly prohibited amongst them such marriages as that which you have contracted. I have turned away persons so connected from the very steps of the altar where they came to be united. I have spoken against them from the pulpit. I have admonished my people on the subject in their own houses. I have openly refused to sanction parties joined in such unlawful unions, even though already married when they came into my parish. And now, Richard, I ask it of yourself,--do you think it possible for me, to whom is committed authority in the Church of God, without derogating fearfully from my holy calling, to countenance the man who has made such a marriage, although that man is my son?"
"You need not have said all this, to prove to me what you mean to
do," exclaimed Richard, taking refuge from the painful feelings that
oppressed him, in a burst of anger; "I have guessed it from the
first. You mean that you will cast us off,--at least that you will not
receive us, or come to visit us."
"I do mean it," said Mr. Clayton, calmly, though sadly;
"since by no other means can I prove to my flock how profoundly I
disapprove of your act, now, alas! so irrevocable."
"What an existence!" said Richard, rising and pacing the
room in violent agitation; "father and son living within a few
hundred yards of each other on such terms as these! You will bear it
calmly, I doubt not; but to me it will be
insupportable."
"Richard," said Mr. Clayton, his voice trembling with
emotion, "I did not expect that you would do me justice in believing
with what bitter anguish to myself I have taken this resolution respecting
you; but I have at least an opportunity of showing you that, however
rigidly I must adhere to my most painful duty, I have not been without
consideration for your feelings. I am quite aware how galling it would be
to you to have your residence henceforward so near to mine. I know, also,
that it would be very injurious to your prospects in life, were you to quit
this place, on many accounts. I have, therefore, determined on leaving
B-- myself, at the same time openly informing my flock of the reason
which induces me to do so. A clergyman with whom I am acquainted, in Kent,
has long been desirous of holding this living. I have effected an exchange
with him: in a week he comes to this house, and I leave it for
ever."
"Impossible--it cannot be!" exclaimed Richard and Agnes
both at once. "Oh no!" con-
tinued the latter, horror-stricken at finding that they were to be the means of driving the old man from his sweet and peaceful home;--" you must not go,--you cannot leave a place you have loved so well."
"I love him more than all upon this earth,"
said Mr. Clayton, pointing to his son; "and yet I leave him for
conscience sake. Therefore the love of this home shall not detain me,
though you said truly that it has been very dear to me."--He
looked towards the church as he spoke, with quivering lips, and then
continued, after a moment's silence,--" I may still
believe and hope that the unnumbered prayers I have uttered within these
sacred walls for him have not all been said in vain. Thank Heaven, I need
not scruple to come to you, were you in sickness or in sorrow:
suffering casts down all barriers for the servant of Him who in all our
afflictions was afflicted. Meantime, do not think to change my resolution
in any way; there is but one path opened for me in this, as in all other
earthly trials--the path of duty--and that alone will I
follow."
Agnes turned away, weeping bitterly. Richard flung himself into a chair,
and hid his face on his arm. There was a painful silence for a few minutes,
till Mr. Clayton spoke again.
"I have yet a painful task to perform," he
said; "I have to request a favour of you both, which you can only grant with a great sacrifice to yourselves, but which I might, perhaps, claim as a right."
"We will refuse you nothing," said Richard, in a voice
hoarse from agitation; "you may ask what you will of us."
"Oh yes," exclaimed Agnes, "give us the means of
making some sacrifice for you who have made such an one for us!"
They were rewarded for these words by the look of tenderness which Mr.
Clayton cast upon them both; but he went on:--
"Mary Clayton is my god-child," he said; "I am
responsible for her spiritual welfare, and, as her grandfather, deeply
interested also in her temporal concerns. Agnes, it grieves me to utter so
painful a truth, but I am compelled to tell you that I must now consider
you as wholly unfit to have the charge of this child, and that it would be
highly injurious to her interests, both earthly and eternal, were she to
remain with you. Her prospects in this world would be seriously affected by
it. It is perfectly clear to me that you have never either of you viewed
the matter in this light,--that you are altogether unaware how
severely your conduct will be denounced in society. Would that you had
known it! it might have deterred you from the
step you have taken;--but at least this innocent child must not suffer. You, Agnes, have lived for two years in the house of the man whom you have now thought fit to marry; you could only do so,--you only obtained my sanction for so doing, on the ground that he was your brother. Had you continued to consider him as such, not the faintest breath of slander could have reached your name, even though such a letter as that of Mr. Hardman compelled you to leave your home. But you have not done so. Since you have now married him, it is impossible that you can ever have looked upon him as your brother,--at least so must the world conclude. If you cast aside the relationship, they must do so also,--nay, Heaven forbid it should now be supposed to exist!" he added, with a slight shudder, as his eye fell on Agnes' wedding-ring. "I leave you, therefore, to draw your own conclusion as to the opinion that will be formed of your conduct, in residing for so long a period alone with the person to whom you are now united; and from that you may also clearly perceive what a fatal influence it might have on Mary's whole existence, that she should be educated by you."
"Do you really mean," interrupted Richard, "that our
marriage will be so strongly disapproved of by society in general,--by
any, in
fact, excepting, perhaps, a few clergymen like yourself?"
"I fear you will not have to ask me that question a month or two
hence," replied Mr. Clayton. "I feel certain you will have but
too many palpable proofs of the truth of my words. However fearfully
corrupt may be the internal machinery of society, they yet have outwardly a
code of laws, against which they allow none to rebel with
impunity."
It was evident that this idea was as new as it was bitter to Richard. He
saw at once, that if his marriage was a sin against the world's rule
of propriety, he might expect to be visited with no light punishment. He
literally groaned as he thought of what he had done, and of what was to
come. The union he had contracted, suddenly appeared before him in the
light of an irretrievable mistake. Agnes saw what was passing in his mind;
and no words can describe how her heart died within her.
"And now," said Mr. Clayton, "I have shown you why, in
a worldly point of view, it is necessary that Mary should not remain with
you. I have myself far higher motives for requiring of you that she should
be entrusted to my own care. I dare not, Agnes, consider you fit, at least
at present, to guide an immortal soul in that most difficult and painful
course
of bitter self-denial which alone can bring us to the feet of the Crucified. In the most important occasion of your life, you have preferred your own will to the will of God. You have thrown off the yoke of the Saviour, who bade you serve Him in suffering. You have trampled under foot the cross which He presented before you, in the heavy trial laid upon you, to quit all most dear on earth, rather than remain with them by means of an unhallowed alliance. You will say you did not know that the course you took was so wrong;--how wrong it was, I believe, in truth, you did not dream; but that you had more than misgivings on the subject, is sufficiently proved by the fact that you concealed it from me. Had you felt but one conscientious earnest desire to do what was right, at the expense of any amount of pain to yourself; you would have consulted Mr. Lambert, or myself, and you know that we would have prohibited your doing as you have done. You will say you did it for the sake of Richard's children, but I ask by what right you did evil that good might come? How did you dare to doubt, that He who carries the lambs in his bosom would have cared for these little ones? But I spare you; only I must repeat and enforce my request, that you submit to a separation from Mary, and that
you entrust her entirely to my care. I demand this sacrifice of you. My sister, Mrs. Harewood, has consented to come and reside with me in order to take charge of her; you need have no fear for the dear child's welfare." He paused waiting for a reply. Richard rose instantly.
"Agnes, you must not dream of hesitating one instant; he shall
have the child. I would rather never see her again, than that my innocent
daughter should suffer by any imprudence of yours--or mine," he
added more gently, as he saw her start with the pang his words had caused.
"It is better clearly that Mary should go to her grandfather,"
continued Richard, bitterly; "we have had a specimen these last two
days as to the manner in which the mind of a child may be worked upon; I
have no doubt that in a very little time we should find the sacrifice far
less severe than it seems to us at present; her health is besides well
established now--it was for my little son that I was chiefly desirous
to secure your care; there is, therefore, no reason why I should scruple to
give my free and full consent, and I wish that the matter should be settled
at once." And it was so decided.
Agnes offered no opposition, she was utterly bewildered and overwhelmed
with all that had passed, she did not even remind him of what rose
so painfully to her own mind at the moment, that by giving up Mary, however advisable such a measure might be, they were rendering altogether null the one potent argument which had principally induced them to marry, namely, the absolute necessity of the children being left to her care! She said nothing of this, although it proved to her how weak and sophistical had been the reasoning with which they had quieted their consciences, for she felt crushed to the very earth with the painful thoughts that were crowding on her. The whole affair had been shown to her in a new and terrible light; she had acted thoughtlessly, recklessly; and now all was most different from what she had expected, her heart was full of a bitter dread for the consequences, enduring even to her life's end, of the deed she had done. She could not collect her ideas, or bring her mind thoroughly to understand her position; she had a sort of feeling as though she had been hardly dealt with; she had always anticipated a happy and an honoured life as a kind of right; gay and beautiful as she had ever been, she had looked upon admiration and affection as her due; and now, she scarce knew how, she found herself in a situation where it would seem that not only trial, but disgrace was to be her portion.
Agnes was too much absorbed with a miser-
able foreboding of future suffering to herself, to find any difficulty in submitting to her husband's decision that Mary should be taken from her; and when the matter was thus finally arranged, Richard Clayton and his wife left the Vicarage to enter it no more.
Mr. Clayton dismissed them with one parting injunction, addressed
chiefly to Agnes. He implored them if sorrow or suffering came upon them,
more especially if penitence came--as he prayed it might--to
apply at once to Mr. Lambert, and to open their griefs to him; doubtless
the Curate would not countenance them now, but in their distress he would
be a valuable and faithful friend. They saw that the old man murmured a
blessing as they passed him, but Richard was in no humour to feel softened
by it: he drew Agnes almost roughly from the room, and they quitted
the house that had been as a home to them, with downcast eyes and sorrowful
hearts.
Agnes Clayton had never been accustomed, as we have said before, to
control her feelings. She did not remember, that there is a profound
selfishness in allowing those around us to be saddened with the aspect of
our suffering; there is enough of sorrow in this world without our adding
to it by constraining others to feel for us a painful sympathy. We have a
Friend most merciful, to whom we may pour out the bitterness of our soul; but let us ever walk among men with calm face and serene aspect, whatever may be our internal anguish, lest haply we cast a shadow over the sunshine which He hath given them. She had no thought for this; as soon as they had entered their own house, she went and flung herself upon a sofa, and burst into a passion of tears. It could not be an agreeable sight for Richard to see her there; her face disfigured with weeping, her frame convulsed with sobs. He had followed her into the room, in the hope that her cheerful voice and loving eyes might have dispelled the gloom that hung upon him; when he saw how she thought only of indulging her grief he turned abruptly and went out. Agnes loved him well and truly, but she had not for him that noble affection which would have made her rather die of her inward agony than let him suffer by it.
Richard took a long walk, but solitude was unsupportable to him, and he
returned towards evening, trusting to find his house restored to
cheerfulness and comfort. Agnes still lay in the same position; her tangled
hair falling over her face stained with tears, and for the time devoid of
beauty. The room was dark and cold, the whole establishment in confusion.
Richard was violent in temper, and he was not a man to submit easily to annoyance or vexation. He walked up to Agnes, and taking her angrily by the arm, he forced her to raise herself up. She trembled when she saw the expression of his countenance, and still more when he spoke, his voice was so stern and harsh.
"Agnes," he said, "let me beg of you to tell me once
for all, whether you intend to render my life insupportable by this absurd
and intolerable conduct? Instead of the gaiety and cheerfulness which made
you attractive to me formerly, do you mean henceforward to regale me with
scenes such as these, tears and ill humour, discomfort and confusion
throughout the house?"
Agnes felt her face crimson at these words, with a feeling of something
very like anger.
"Have I nothing to make me sorrowful?" she asked,
reproachfully.
"Not half so much as I have, at all events," replied
Richard; "but that is not the question. I wish to tell you most
plainly that I will not submit for one hour to have a dismal companion at
my side, complaining and groaning. I will give you your choice. You have
your room, where you may go and weep and pine as much as you please, but
there you must stay. You
shall either appear before me with a look of cheerfulness at all times on your face, or else you shall not come into my presence at all. In the one case, I shall have you merry and bright as you were before; in the other, I may try to forget your existence--so make your choice."
Agnes was completely subdued. She fancied that Richard was cruel to her,
but still he was her husband, and she loved him. It was a mockery to say
that he gave her any choice; she had no alternative; she could not go and
shut herself up from him; she must submit to wear ever a smile as gay as
her heart was sad. It was with a dreary sense of desolation that she
thought how she must drive back all her feelings within her own breast, and
never hope for the sympathy which, with her naturally frank disposition,
she would so earnestly have sought; but her womanly powers of endurance
came to her assistance. She scarce knew with what a strength of
determination she at that moment resolved, henceforward, to bear all in
silence. She was driven to it, partly by pride, partly by a helpless
feeling of submission. She looked up, she dashed the tears from her eyes,
and said calmly:--
"I will endeavour to please you; you need not be afraid; I will
look sad no more." She
said this with a bitter conviction of his unkindness--with a sullen morbid feeling rankling at her heart; and Richard understood, readily enough, what was passing in her mind, but from that hour she obeyed him so implicitly to the letter, that it was impossible for him to find fault with the thoughts which he could only guess to be in her heart; and, as a natural result, a sort of indefinite estrangement rose up between them. So commenced the married life of Elizabeth's husband and sister.
Never had Mr. Sharp enjoyed a season of such exquisite repose as that
which followed the departure of the Vicar from B--. This event would
alone, at any time, have been sufficient to have engrossed the mind of his
energetic wife, and provided her with a fund of matter whereon to
exercise her conversational powers; but the circumstances attending it, the unlawful marriage, and the indignation which was felt against Richard and Agnes, were indeed to her sources of absorbing delight and occupation, such as she had seldom known. With ineffable satisfaction her husband saw her sally forth every morning, without having even remembered to take that peculiar cognizance of his own proceedings for the day, which often inspired him with a wild and frantic desire to embark forthwith for New Zealand, or to fly and endeavour to make a fortune in Kamtschatka. Mr. Sharp might do as he pleased now; he might have written a letter every day to his client without her looking over his shoulder, and he might have drawn up ever so many marriage contracts without her even asking who the parties were. Mrs. Sharp was far too busy to think of him at all; and not only she ceased for the time to watch over his affairs, but she resigned all thought of attending to his comforts. This was, however, one of the conditions of his unwonted peace to which that greatly persecuted gentleman was too happy to agree, and no one interfered with the excited lady in the pursuit of her present delightful occupation.
What in truth could be more charming than to go from house to house,
informing every one
that, after the most reprehensible conduct of Agnes, it would be impossible to visit her, or to acknowledge her acquaintance? Agnes! the haughty and exclusive person, who had refused to call upon her! Mrs. Sharp had such really substantial grounds for all she said, that she was listened to with more attention than she usually met with.
There was one painful idea, which had long been floating in the minds of
those acquainted with the circumstances, which Mrs. Sharp now assisted in
ripening into certainty--it was the belief that Elizabeth's
melancholy death had been occasioned by her jealousy of her husband and
sister. Such being the case, nothing certainly could seem more revolting
than the whole conduct of Agnes and Richard; and even the most charitable
of their neighhours could not but think that they were not only devoid of
all principle, but heartless and indelicate to the last degree, in thus
speedily reaping the fruits of her death in their unblest union, and
returning, without remorse or fear, to the very home where she had dwelt
whom they had sent to her grave by so cruel a means. Mrs. Sharp loved to
expatiate on these points with a warm enthusiasm, but she found that her
eloquence was scarcely required to heighten the universal indignation. And
then she would
rush out to waylay Mr. Lambert at every corner, and detain him for a whole half hour, while she condoled with him on having so much to do since Mr. Clayton's departure, or comforted him by assuring him that he might do what he would, but that he never could make up to the people for their good old Vicar. He was far too young, so it was no fault of his; but she had no doubt he would kill himself in trying, for he looked very ill, and she did not think he had long to live; but if he did die, they would at least know at whose door to lay his death. It was Richard Clayton who would be guilty of it, as he had sent away his father, besides all the other mischief he had done.
At first Richard and Agnes were scarcely aware of the universal
condemnation of their union. They had become more cheerful, in the hope
that their father had exaggerated the extent to which they would be lowered
in the opinion of the world; but they soon found that he had spoken but too
truly; his own proceedings with regard to them had rendered it necessary
for all persons of any weight in the society of the neighhourhood to adopt
a marked line of conduct in the matter; and their decision was soon made.
They were by birth and education entitled to delicacy of feeling; and Mr.
Clayton had not been for
so many years their pastor without instilling into their minds somewhat of his purity and strictness of principle. They determined that the brother and sister-in-law, now man and wife, were not to be visited or received; and the few influenced the many: it became the fashion to slight them as it had been the fashion to court them, and they were cut off from all society, except of such persons as they did not care to associate with. This trial, which to some minds would have been a light evil, was to them a most serious and grievous distress; it galled the proud spirit of Richard; it wounded the morbid sensibility of Agnes; it deprived them both of the excitement and amusement, without which they felt as though they could not exist. Richard became irritable and fretful; his wife was weighed down by a heavy despondency which she sought to hide under a forced unnatural gaiety.
After a time Agnes determined to enliven her dreary hours at least by
resuming her visits in the village. Her mind had been so much preoccupied
for some time past that she had neglected her poorer friends completely;
but she had always been beloved and respected amongst them. She felt that
now, humble as they were, even their homage and attention would be soothing
to her.
On a beautiful mourning in the early spring, she went out into the
village, nothing doubting that she would be received as she had always
been; for she and her husband had never thought of inquiring into the
opinion of their humbler neighbours respecting their conduct. The first
person she went to visit, was old Martha Hyans, who, with her husband, were
parishioners of long standing in the village of B--. This good old
couple exhibited in their lives a practical refutation of the saying, that
love cannot exist in a cottage, more especially if it be allied to poverty.
The little hut where they dwelt had been decked, fifty years before, for
their wedding-day; and the love that bound them, now wrinkled and
decrepit as they were, was fresh and pure as in their prime of youth and
joy. They had gone through many trials together in that narrow space, but
never had an unkind word passed the lips of either. Poor Elizabeth had
often felt that she might have learnt a valuable lesson from old
Martha's patient and tried affection; and now, of this good old
woman's many trials, it seemed to her that one of the greatest was
Mr. Clayton's departure. He had baptized her children, and laid more
than one of them in their graves. She had verily trusted that he should
have closed her eyes also. But he was gone; and
she knew perfectly well that he had good reasons for going. She never doubted that everything he did was right at all times; but in this instance, simple and humble as she was, her own opinion and feelings perfectly coincided with his. Her childlike, unbiassed mind revolted against the union of Richard and his wife's sister.
Agnes perceived the change in the old woman's feelings towards
her, the moment she entered the house. Martha was civil; but she manifested
not the slightest pleasure on seeing her. She did not ask her advice, or
detail her grievances, and positively declined accepting various little
comforts which Agnes proposed to send her. The only words she spoke were,
to inquire after the children, in a tone dearly full of profound
commiseration for the little ones. She shook her head when Agnes
volunteered the information that Richard was well, as though she thought he
had no right to be so; and then sat sighing and lifting up her eyes in the
most eloquent manner. Agnes made one last attempt to induce her to speak,
by quoting the Litany, which Martha was in the habit of repeating from
beginning to end, for the edification of her visitors; but even this
tempting bait had no allurements to-day. She remained unmoved; and
Agnes angrily left the house,
with the determination never to enter it again. She could not, however, yet believe it possible that she was exiled from the society of the village, as well as that of the higher classes. She attributed Martha's conduct merely to her peculiar attachment for Mr. Clayton, and trusted to find matters very different in the other cottages where she was going.
Her next visit was to Mrs. Savage, the hard-featured,
large-handed Mrs. Savage, who was singularly unfortunate in
appearance (to the annoyance of all lovers of the picturesque, as her
little dwelling was beyond measure charming and romantic), and who appeared
for the last twenty years to have been engaged in the care of a huge baby,
who never grew, and never became a day older,--a phenomenon which was
to be accounted for by the fact that she was constantly supplied with a
succession of grandchildren, who, after a certain troublesome age, were
removed, to be replaced with another just entering on it.
In the house of this good woman poor Agnes fared much worse than with
Martha. Mrs. Savage did not scruple to tell her openly all she thought and
felt, and all that was thought and felt by her neighbours, on the subject
of Richard's second marriage; and Agnes brought the visit speedily to
a conclusion, by hurrying
out to hide the indignant tears that rose to her eyes as she listened.
She walked along the road towards The Mount, her heart swelling within
her, and as she passed on she perceived Thomas, the clerk and schoolmaster,
the most respectful and estimable of men, coming towards her. Instead of
approaching to give her all the details of the progress of her class or of
the choir, he passed on the other side with merely a grave salutation,
which sufficiently proved to her that henceforward the doors of the school
were closed against her.
She had to pass yet another cottage before reaching home; it was one of
the humblest in B--, and was the abode of a poor imbecile creature,
known in the village by the name of Jack, who lived in it with his old
mother. He was perfectly harmless in his idiotcy, and was allowed to wander
about at will, even within the grounds of The Mount. It was in fact his
favourite resort, as Agnes took a particular interest in him, and always
treated him with the utmost kindness. She used to bring him his food
herself, that she might teach him to recognise her; and now when he saw
her, he never failed to greet her with his wild laugh of discordant glee.
Jack was seated at the door of his house as she approached, and starting
up, he ran to meet her with a shout of delight. She stopped to speak to him, and he stood joyfully before her, clapping his hands, and muttering in his own senseless language his unintelligible expressions of pleasure.
Poor Jack was little aware of the pang which he caused to Agnes at that
moment, for there was in truth a most bitter sting in the thought that his
was the first smile of kindness and the first words of welcome which had
been bestowed upon her that day, who formerly had been so
warmly received by all. No sterner lesson could have been given to her than
this one fact, that she had been shunned and scorned as one who had done an
unholy deed, by all save this poor idiot, to whom it had pleased Heaven to
deny the knowledge of right and wrong!
The bitter experience of this day was quite enough. Agnes now understood
what was in fact the truth, that the poor people of the village had lost
all respect for her, and that consequently her influence amongst them was
gone for ever. The casualties of birth and education are by no means
sufficient to command the esteem of the lower orders. They are keen and
penetrating judges as to what is really estimable in the character of their
superiors, and thoroughly alive to any inconsistency in their precepts and
practice. The villagers of B--
thought that Agnes had greatly erred, and therefore it would have been in vain for her to have talked to them of the errors of their own ways; whilst some of the younger girls possibly found no small excuse for levity in their conduct from the fact, that even the lady at The Mount had thought the Vicar's notions on the subject of marriage so very strict, that she had distinctly acted against them. Agnes felt all this, and though perhaps in her secret heart she acknowledged its justice, it was yet with a proud indignation that she determined never again to visit a single person in the village.
The annoyance which all these circumstances caused to Richard and his
wife is not to be told. On the fiery temper and undisciplined mind of the
former especially, the effect was most grievous. He now found himself
deprived of all the amusement which hunting and similar occupations had
afforded him, for he was far too proud ever to place himself voluntarily in
the society of those who would no longer admit him to their houses. Wounded
to the uttermost by the treatment he had met with, he shut himself up
entirely in his own house, and gave way to a sullen, discontented state of
mind, which was most distressing to all around him. A man without
employment is always a miserable individual, and he had no intellectual
resources.
He betook himself to amusements which were frivolous and useless, if not pernicious; and much of his time, which now hung so heavily on his hands, was spent in exercising a most harassing control over his household. He occupied himself with all the little petty arrangements and minor details on which it was painful to see the strong mind of a man engaged; and it almost seemed as though he sought to compensate himself for the humiliations he met with in the world, by his overbearing treatment of his wife and servants.
In the midst of all this misery, for it was misery both to Agnes and
Richard, though no positive misfortune had as yet befallen them, a gleam of
sunshine came to revive their hearts in the birth of a son,--an event
which soon banished all their regrets for the absence of Mary, who had long
since been removed from her father's house, to enter it no more for
years.
On the other poor infant, the son of Elizabeth, Agnes had in truth
bestowed the utmost care and attention ever since her marriage. It had been
chiefly on his account that they had taken this step, which in all other
respects had proved so unfortunate; and it seemed to her an imperative duty
to render it productive of good results to this child at least. With
unremitting tenderness she had therefore watched
over him; all the careful affection which Richard had trusted she would bestow upon his son, and which he had married her partly to ensure, she did, indeed, give to the infant, whose health had greatly improved; and now, as though to show how very vainly (as well as sinfully) we would seek to interfere with the Providence of God, by doing evil that good may come, and what madness it is to follow any other course save that of rigid duty, (leaving the result submissively in His hands,) the little child was suddenly taken from them. There had been no neglect, no illness even to cause them any apprehension; but unexpectedly one night he was seized with convulsions, and died whilst they stood helpless beside him. With a brief struggle his brief life closed. Pure and innocent he went with his baptismal cross yet shining on his brow, to join his brethren who had borne theirs through the burden and heat of the day.
It was impossible for Richard and Agnes, as they stood looking down upon
that infant face--sublime now, because of the holy peace that was
stamped upon it--not to perceive how clearly the sin and folly of
their deed was pointed out to them in this bereavement. They had acted
against the laws of God and man for the sake of these children; the one
they had
themselves delivered up to their father's charge, and the other had now been taken to a Care more tender still. No good could now result from their union to these or to any other; but themselves must reap its bitter fruits. And from that hour Richard and his wife repented them of the deed which they had done, because the world had visited them heavily for it; but they repented not yet of the crime, for the judgment of God was still to come.
She had been his chief thought and care; for the last years of his life
he had but one wish respecting her, and that was to educate in her a true
and devoted servant for his Master. He set before himself, as the type of
what he desired her to be, a lily of the field--humble, spotless,
having but slender root in the earth; giving no fragrance to the world around, but lifting up the sweet head ever towards heaven:--and she became such. His tenderness and prayers were not in vain. Deep set within her heart was the desire to keep herself blameless against the coming of our Lord. In disposition she was meek, gentle, and unselfish; but her grandfather saw that she inherited all her mother's acuteness of feeling and intensity of affection, and from this peculiarity in her character he rightly judged that her trials in life would spring. He sought then to fortify her beforehand for that struggle, which sooner or later comes to us all, of our human wishes and feelings with our sworn allegiance to the cross; for none ever sought in sincerity to follow Him, but at some one period of their existence they are called on to suffer for His sake. Mr. Clayton saw with delight that on Mary his lessons were not thrown away; and he died in peace at last, with the firm conviction, that whatever might be her fate in this world, she would never accept the highest joys it could offer if they involved a dereliction from duty.
Very different had been the education and very different was now the
character of Edward Clayton, Mary's half-brother, whom she had
seen only at rare intervals. He resembled his father in disposition; he was
clever, impetuous,
and wilful--proud to the very uttermost; and he had become profoundly selfish. His was precisely one of those characters which, rightly controlled and judiciously guided, might have been moulded to great excellence. Had he been drawn to follow and to seek after the good, he would have struggled on in the right path with all the energy of his ardent mind; but he was left to pursue the bent of his own inclination, and he turned reckless and unthinking to evil.
It may seem strange that the only child of parents yet living should
have been abandoned to the fatal guidance of his own will; but it arose
from the fact, that although outwardly they held him in control, they had
lost all moral influence over him so soon as he was of an age to gather
from the remarks of the servants and the taunts of his schoolfellows in
what light esteem they themselves were held by the world in general; from
that hour he lost all respect for them, and they became powerless to sway
his mind for right or wrong, however much they might regulate
his outward actions. There is no observer more keen and acute than a shrewd
and clever child. Edward soon understood that his parents were exiled from
society solely on account of their own conduct; he saw that they were not
treated with the same consideration as the relations of his companions at
school; he learnt
that his own grandfather had been driven from the village because he would not countenance his son, and that his sister had been taken away because his mother was deemed an unfit guide for her. Mr. Lambert, revered and respected by the whole neighbourhood, never visited his father; he himself was sent to church with a servant only, because his parents were too proud and too ashamed to face, in that holy place, all those who so openly disapproved of their conduct, and therefore seldom went there, thinking too little of the guilt they were incurring by neglecting so inestimable a privilege. Was it not, therefore, inevitable that when Agnes and Richard attempted to enforce upon their son the necessity of religious principle and self-discipline, he could only treat their effort as a mockery? Still deeper, however, lay the cause which rendered it impossible for Edward to feel either respect or esteem for his parents--it lay in the dissension and misery which reigned in his own home, in the mutual recriminations and disagreements which seemed to have taken the place of the affection that had once subsisted between his father and mother.
Richard Clayton had become embittered to the very last degree by the
results of what he now termed his most unfortunate marriage. After the
birth of Edward, when he saw how
completely he was cut off from society, he was very anxious to go abroad, and seek acquaintances in some part of the world where his name was not known. But his circumstances rendered it quite out of the question for him to think of leaving B--; he had nothing to depend upon but the allowance which his father still continued to give him; and as The Mount was Mr. Clayton's property, where he allowed him to reside, free of expense, he could not have lived in the same manner elsewhere. He was, therefore, compelled to remain where every day and hour he was subjected to treatment most galling to his haughty spirit. The sinful pride which restrained himself and Agnes from entering the church door, augmented very much the discomfort of their position: it prevented the possibility of any softening of the severity with which the world had visited his conduct. It was quite impossible for Mr. Lambert to hold any intercourse with persons who showed so pernicious an example to the poor of his parish--who had, in fact, removed themselves from communion with the Church; and his open disapprobation was necessarily imitated by the parishioners, who held him in such high esteem.
Mr. and Mrs. Clayton were, probably, not altogether aware how great was
the sin they committed in allowing an unholy pride to debar
them of the means of grace. Richard had always been careless respecting these things; and now his inward uneasiness and bitterness of spirit, which arose, though he admitted it not, from the smitings of an unquiet conscience, had rendered him sneering, and well-nigh sceptical, on the subject of religion. It is no uncommon case, when a man has wilfully sinned against the light, that he should seek for a refuge in the falsehood which calls it darkness.
Richard Clayton had taken his first step in the downward course, when he
placed his foot within the church where Agnes became his wife; and the
descent was becoming daily more abrupt and easy, although he was himself,
perhaps, scarce aware of the danger in which he stood, when he began to
find relief and satisfaction in scoffing at what he had once at least held
sacred. Even Agnes had not learnt, in her fashionable Parisian school, to
attach much value to Church principles. Both now resented very strongly the
judgment of public opinion, which consigned them, in the midst of a
populous neighbourhood, to an exile as complete as though they had been
sent to the wilds of Siberia. But this resentment Richard vented on his
wife, being unable to give it scope elsewhere.
A torturing conviction took possession of his mind, that the
consequences of his marriage
were to follow him throughout his life, in every possible shape in which misfortune could visit him. He felt certain that it would cause the failure of every scheme and every hope,--that it would pursue him, to his continual vexation and annoyance, and would finally hunt him down, as it were, to a dishonoured and untimely end. This idea, which really became a species of monomania, caused him to acquire an irritable dislike to Agnes, which he made her feel every hour of the day. During Edward's childhood, it sufficed that his mother had given him some order, for the father to reverse it,--a system which would ruin any child; and as the boy grew up, when Richard perceived that his son openly showed how little respect he felt for the parents whom he heard universally slighted and condemned, his father declared it was but a part of the fatality which had pursued him since his Union with Agnes; and he recklessly abandoned Edward, without an attempt to reclaim him, to the evil course which he began so early.
Edward found that his own position in the world was seriously injured by
that of his father; and whilst he nourished a most unhallowed anger against
his parents for what he considered an injury inflicted on him by them, he
was too proud to court the acquaintance of those who shunned him; and
therefore flung
himself, without restraint, into the only society which was open to him,--that of low and dissipated company.
It was impossible for the father and mother not to tremble at the course
which it seemed likely would be taken by their only son. They had made no
attempt to place him in any profession, because Richard had been so
completely severed from all connexion with the world that he would have
found great difficulty in opening out for him any honourable career. Edward
was his grandfather's heir, and therefore, in a pecuniary point of
view, it was not necessary that he should find any means of existence for
himself; but both Richard and Agnes were passionately attached to their
son, and keenly alive to the incalculable evils which would probably result
to him from their unhappy position. This feeling produced, however, a very
different effect upon the minds of each. In Richard it only increased to an
alarming extent the gloomy morbid despondency in which he indulged, under
the belief that all was to go wrong with him henceforward, and which
paralyzed him so much, that he made no attempt to rectify the evil fruits
of his own action, though he failed not bitterly to reproach Agnes as the
cause of it all. Mrs. Clayton meantime felt that her husband was both
unjust and cruel,
in accusing her so harshly of the consequences of that which she had done at his own solicitation for the sake of his own children. But there was now in the midst of her trials a dawning of better feeling than she had ever been blessed with in happier days.
That is a beautiful provision of nature, which causes the purest and
tenderest affections of our humanity to be very often the instruments for
awakening in our souls a holier love. In the deep anxiety and terror which
the mother felt lest her only son should suffer by her former conduct, she
was led to turn imploringly to Him who alone could avert the evil she
dreaded. But she could not approach the Throne of all Purity without
looking also into her own life, and learning how far she had erred and
strayed from His ways. Her heart was full of penitence, but she was too
much bewildered by the mists and obscurity of a life of negligence and sin,
to understand as yet what the Lord would have her to do, and how, if she
could not retrieve the past, she might at least sanctify the future by deep
submission and repentance. She longed earnestly to apply to Mr. Lambert for
counsel and instruction; but she dared not do it--she dared not brave
the fierce anger which she knew such a proceeding would
awaken in her husband. In like manner she would now gladly have gone to church, though she did not even yet appreciate either the duty or the privilege of worshipping in His courts; but this was equally impossible--Richard would never have permitted it. Remorse and uncertainty for herself, and profound anxiety for her son, rendered Agnes Clayton a miserable being.
Such was the condition of the inhabitants of The Mount at the period of
Mr. Clayton's death. But immediately on this event there followed
another, which gave Mr. and Mrs. Clayton the first moment of joy, real
heartfelt joy, which they had known for years. Intelligence was brought
them of the approaching marriage of Mary Clayton with one to whom it was
most desirable, under every point of view, that she should be united.
Mr. Verney was the heir and future representative of a most ancient and
noble house. He was the only child of Lord and Lady Verney, who were
chiefly remarkable for the pride of birth, which was to them almost a
hereditary possession. Forgetting how their name would avail them nothing
in the dust, their whole thoughts and hopes and schemes in this life were
given to maintain the honour of that which had come to them unstained
through a long line of ances-
try. In their only son, as was to be expected, all their plans and wishes were centred. Their pride and their ancient title were allied to a poverty which they held to be a most unseemly condition for the members of so noble a family; and it was their favourite project that he should make some wealthy alliance, which should restore them to their former grandeur; at the same time, no desire for riches could have induced them to overlook the necessity that the wife of their son should bear a name, if not as noble, at least as honourable and unsullied as their own. It was their wish that she should be possessed of rank also, and for this reason they were at first highly displeased when they perceived that their son had formed a very serious attachment with Mary Clayton, whose grandfather's residence was close to their own. Gradually, however, they became somewhat more reconciled to the idea that she was to be their daughter-in-law, not because she was in herself everything they could wish, but because they believed her to be the heiress of all Mr. Clayton's property: and they were also well aware, that though not of noble birth, he was of a good old family, and of a most honourable reputation. Of the existence of her father, mother-in-law, and brother, they knew nothing whatever; Mary never mentioned them, know-
ing how painful the subject was to her grandfather; and he himself never allowed those names to pass his lips which he sent up hourly in prayer to heaven.
If Mr. Clayton had entertained the slightest idea that Mr. Verney wished
to marry his granddaughter, he would at once have stated the whole
circumstances of his son's second marriage and present position to
Lord Verney, with which it was in fact impossible he could be acquainted,
as the family had resided abroad until lately. But the good old Vicar was
far too unworldly and simple-minded to think of such an occurrence
at all; he could scarce have believed that his little Mary had left her
childhood so far behind her. And his death, somewhat unexpected at the
last, occurred before Mr. Verney had taken any steps for arranging the
matter beyond his own secret determination.
When Mr. Clayton died, Lady Verney, at her son's solicitation,
persuaded Mary to leave the house where she was now quite alone (as
Mrs. Harewood had died some years previously), and conveyed her to their
own home, to remain with them till her future plans were arranged.
Mary then communicated to them the fact, that her father was living, and
that she had decided, of course, on returning to his house.
This intelligence was rather startling to Lord
and Lady Verney, but as Mary herself had been kept very much in ignorance of the circumstances of her family, they still believed that her grandfather must have left her a large fortune, and at all events, the universal lamentations which his death called forth from high and low, sufficiently proved that his virtues had rendered an alliance with her in truth, an honour. They therefore acquiesced in their son's wishes, when he announced to them that Mary had given her consent to the marriage, provided theirs could be obtained. And they could not but admit that by doing so they insured him every prospect of happiness, for the quiet and gentle Mary Clayton was not one to feel a light attachment for her future husband. They saw that her affection for him was deeply rooted and intense, of a nature to endure even to her life's end, alike unchanging whether it were destined to work her happiness or misery.
Lady Verney could not but agree with Mary, that she ought now at once to
repair to her father's house, there to pass the time which must
intervene till the period fixed for her marriage. But as they were all
anxious that they should not be completely separated for so many months,
the Verneys determined to come themselves to spend the interval at a place
of
public resort in the vicinity of B--. It so chanced that one of the most aristocratic and exclusive of the families in the neighbourhood of that village were old acquaintances of theirs, which was of course an additional inducement to them to visit the place. But it more than once occurred to Lady Verney as a strange circumstance, that her noble friends had never mentioned the father of her future daughter-in-law among their list of acquaintances, for she never doubted but that he was held in the same consideration as Mr. Clayton had been in their own county. She did not, however, dwell much on the fact; and when Mary left them to proceed to The Mount, she promised that they would all join her at B-- in a very short time. Mr. Verney himself followed her almost immediately, that he might be introduced to the family of his future wife; their ready consent having been obtained, of course, before the marriage was finally settled.
Mary Clayton found much in her father's house to startle and
distress her. Of her father and step-mother's conduct and
state of mind she would not allow herself to form an opinion. At her age
and in their relative posi-
tions she would have held it the height of presumption to have done so; but the condition of her brother Edward filled her with anxiety. She saw that he had already gone very far astray; his parents had not now the slightest authority over him, and he treated them both with disrespect and unkindness; he took care to let them see how much he thought they had injured him; and yet Mary could not help perceiving clearly, that his faults and follies were only the result of his neglected education, and of the unfortunate circumstances in which he was placed. She believed that he might even yet be led to know the unspeakable happiness of abjuring all unholy things, and doing His will in submission and in love; and she determined to try at least what her own gentle influence could effect.
She soon won his warmest affection; for few could know Mary Clayton
without loving her. Her pure and elevated character, and the daily shining
forth in all her actions of the holy faith which Edward had never before
seen thus practically illustrated in the life of an individual, failed not
to inspire him with a degree of respect and almost reverence for his
sister, which had a strong effect upon his mind. Already he had begun to
attend to her counsels; he seemed disposed to admit, at least, the Glory
and the Beauty of the Truths which she set be-
fore him; and Richard Clayton dwelt more and more on the flattering hope, that his daughter was as a good angel sent to restore peace and honour and happiness to his house.
At this juncture Lord and Lady Verney arrived at B--. They were to
spend the first few weeks of their stay in this place at the house of the
noble family who had been the most rigid and uncompromising in their just
exclusion of Richard and his wife from all respectable society. The
marriage of Mary and Mr. Verney had not been announced till the arrival of
his father and mother, and they were themselves the first to mention it to
their friends.
Their horror and indignation may be imagined at the revelation which
followed from their astonished acquaintance. They were told at once who and
what was the man to whose daughter their son and heir was to be united.
They learnt that he was one who had contracted a union which, by the most
holy authority, has been pronounced a sin worthy to be branded with a
fearful name; a union which the Church of Christ in all ages has openly
denounced and solemnly prohibited; so that none professing themselves
members of the same, dare countenance him who has not feared to disregard
that stern prohibition; a union which, if ever in a Christian country it
came to be regarded with
other feelings than those of the profoundest abhorrence, would serve as a precedent to the license that might then be taken for the commission of the most awful crimes. This unnatural and most unholy union Richard Clayton had contracted, in defiance of his father's righteous indignation as a Priest, steward of the mysteries of God, and as a man serving an All-pure Master--in defiance of a distinct law Divine and human.
Lord and Lady Verney further learnt that Richard, and the wife who had
co-operated with him in this sinful act, had been by just and
universal judgment expelled from society in all the bitterness of disgrace.
The history of their life from that period to the present day was then
detailed;--the birth of the son, whose social position was so
questionable, that the very companions of his games taunted him with many a
galling name;--the reckless and dissipated course he was now
pursuing, whereby it seemed likely that he would add to the dishonour which
had in fact made him what he was;--the self-excommunication of
Mr. and Mrs. Clayton, sufficiently showing that they dared not for very
shame pass the sacred threshold of the house of God;--and, finally,
the condition to which they had for some years been reduced, so disgraceful
and humiliating,
shunned by high and low, and above all, avoided by those, like Mr. Lambert, whose holiness of life and faithful obedience to the given laws, rendered their disapprobation of any individual a sure sign of his unworthiness.
Amidst the contending feelings of excessive anger and vexation, which
filled the minds of Lord and Lady Verney when they had heard all these
facts, there were two ideas which predominated over the rest. The first
was, a sensation of profound thankfulness, that it was yet time to prevent
their only son from contracting the disgraceful alliance, to which no power
on earth would ever induce them to consent; and the next, a feeling of the
very deepest indignation against Mary and her relations, for having
concealed these dishonouring circumstances from them, and so having
artfully stolen, as it were, their consent from them.
Their anger at what they held to be an unworthy deception had certainly
been justly incurred by Richard, who ought in strictest honour to have
acquainted them with the whole truth the moment he heard of the proposed
alliance; and who had not done so merely because he was too weak and
selfish to risk the failure of the plan which gave him so much pleasure. A
man who once indulges in laxity of principle, as Richard had done when he
married his sister-
in-law, will have no scruple in carrying out the same system in all other matters.
But poor Mary was most innocent of the contemptible and wicked conduct
of which they had accused her. No one had ever ventured to enlarge to her
upon her father's sins, or their consequences; she knew far too
little of the world to be aware of their peculiar and painful position in
society. She was perfectly aware, as a Christian, what a great and grievous
sin Richard and Agnes had committed in their marriage; but, as a daughter,
she considered it unwarrantable in herself to allow her mind to dwell one
moment on their failings; and she had never opened her lips on the subject
to any human being, or allowed a whisper connected with it to meet her ear.
But as for concealment, Mary was too guileless to suppose that it could
exist; she had never doubted but that Lord and Lady Verney were thoroughly
acquainted with all circumstances connected with herself and her
family.
Meantime, they determined at once to take vigorous measures for
terminating an affair which they considered already but too dishonouring to
themselves. That their son's name should ever have been even coupled
with that of Richard Clayton's daughter was a disgrace most galling
to their pride. They sent for
Mr. Verney, they acquainted him with all the unhappy circumstances of the case, and commanded him from that moment to give up all thoughts of ever making Mary Clayton his wife. Never, under any circumstances, would they consent to such a marriage; sooner would they see him laid in his grave with an unstained name--sooner would they disown him altogether, and alienate from him the family estates, so that he should have but an empty title to dishonour. Nothing is too violent for injured pride, when pride has become a passion; and Lord and Lady Verney spoke violently, unmoved by their son's despair. But they took a yet stronger measure for putting a complete stop to an affair now most hateful to them.
They wrote two letters, Lord Verney to Richard, his wife to Mary; the
tenor of both was the same. In unsparing terms they qualified the
dishonourable position of Mr. and Mrs. Clayton; solemnly and with a cruel
haughtiness they declared that nothing should ever induce them to allow
their son to have the slightest connexion with such a family. With the most
cutting bitterness they intimated that if Richard chose to take legal
measures for forcing Mr. Verney to keep his engagement, they were willing
to sacrifice their whole fortune to save him from the disgrace of the
proposed marriage;
and they concluded by openly expressing their utter contempt of the miserable deception which they declared had been practised upon them by Mary and her father.
Richard Clayton was alone when this cruel letter reached him, whereby he
saw that the retribution of his sin, which he termed a curse, so far from
being removed by his daughter's hand, was now about to take effect
upon herself. By this anticipated marriage he had looked for happiness to
Mary, and restored honour to himself, and straightway his unforgotten deed,
his ineffaceable act, rose up before him, and turned that bright prospect
into gloom and bitterness; it changed the hope of his daughter's
happiness to the certainty of her misery; it converted the vision of his
own renewed prosperity into the palpable evidence of the actual dishonour
that sullied his name with a stain never to be blotted out. At once his
conviction of the fatality which he believed had pursued him ever since his
marriage, (bringing upon him the results of that fatal step in the shape of
unceasing misfortune,) returned to his mind with redoubled vigour. It had
but gained new strength from its temporary banishment by that delusive
hope, and it came to him now in the guise of despair. He saw clearly that
the effects of his crime were coming at last to
their full fruition; they were spreading on to sufferers most innocent of the guilt. "The father had eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth were set on edge."
Hitherto the punishment of his deed had been administered by the world,
because of his dereliction from the merely human laws of morality; but now,
for the first time, he perceived and understood his sin in its true nature
and actual criminality, for the judgment of God had commenced. Truly Lord
Verney's letter was an awful blow to Richard Clayton.
When Agnes, alarmed at his long absence, entered his room, she found him
lying back in his armchair, speechless and well nigh senseless; breathing
only in short suffocating gasps, his face livid, his whole frame convulsed,
his appearance was fearful. It was clear that he had been stricken with
some physical attack of a dreadful nature. The screams of his terrified
wife brought the servants flocking in. A physician was instantly sent for;
he soon arrived, and seemed quite appalled at the state in which he found
Mr. Clayton. He used the strongest remedies, but for some hours he would
give little hope. At length his patient breathed more freely, his
countenance resumed its natural hue, and without having spoken, or appeared
aware of his position, he sunk into a
deep lethargic sleep. The physician then pronounced him out of danger, and informed Agnes that her husband had been seized with an attack evidently brought on by some overpowering mental excitement, and which had well nigh proved fatal. He earnestly urged upon her the necessity of his being kept free henceforward from all agitation or uneasiness. It would be next to impossible that he should rise from another such seizure.
Agnes literally shuddered at these words. She knew it would be madness
even to hope that Richard could henceforward be preserved, either from
mental anxiety, or from bitter corroding grief. She had taken Lord
Verney's letter from the stiffened hand of her unhappy husband, and
she knew its contents. She had already seen that which Lady Verney had
written to her step-daughter; and she had met the piteous despairing
gaze of Mary Clayton's sweet blue eyes, when she received from it the
blow whereby she was smitten to the very dust.
Agnes Clayton betook herself to her knees, crushed and bewildered with
anguish, but she scarce knew what to pray for; it seemed to her a hopeless
task to seek to avert from Richard and herself the misfortunes that were
springing so thickly from the seed they had sown in their reckless sin and
folly years ago.
Truly it was bearing such fruit as they had never dreamt of; and there fell a terrible weight upon her heart, when she thought of that innocent one whose whole existence was too probably blighted by her father's fault.
It was some days before Richard was sufficiently recovered to inquire
how it fared with his daughter since she had learnt the utter destruction
of her whole earthly happiness. The misery which Mary Clayton was enduring
would have been altogether insupportable to her but for one
thought of holy hope. The affection she felt for him she had believed was
to be her husband, was of a nature to be felt but once in a lifetime, and
never to be forgotten or replaced--full of an unchanging clinging
tenderness, which must turn to bitterest suffering if rejected. There is no
trial purely of this earth which can bring greater agony to a human heart,
than the conviction that its true and devoted affection has been for ever
given in vain. It seemed to her, when she was thus suddenly flung down from
her bright hope and joy into such exceeding wretchedness, as though the
eyes that were to look on him no more might well refuse to meet again the
light of day; and the sinking heart revolt from bearing the heavy load of
that dark cheerless future, which was all that now remained to her on earth
Her sorrow had every aggravation
which man could give it; for not only was she rejected and cast off by him to whom she had trusted for her life's happiness, but she was treated with the most unmerited and cutting contempt by his family.
Mary would have sunk altogether under this overwhelming burden of sudden
trial, had it not been, as we have said, for one thought. It was the
recollection of the Love of Him who alone is holy, who only is the Lord,
for her that was even as a worm in His sight; a love that was manifest in
His unutterable agony, that hereafter might be manifest in her unutterable
bliss; that even now was shown forth in the light affliction, enduring but
for a moment, wherewith He chastened her, in order that at the last it
might bear fruit in a great and exceeding weight of glory. She felt that
though by His will the soul may be cast forth into the deep waters of
human misery, whose bitterness no earthly power can assuage, still this one
hope shall uphold it in the fearful struggle, as with the hand of an angel,
and teach it through its very suffering (tempered by submission and faith)
that neither in this world nor in the world to come can the redeemed of
Christ know aught of despair.
Richard Clayton rose from his dangerous illness a humbled and remorseful
man. It may be doubted whether his was a repentance not
to be repented of; but, at least, he now thoroughly understood how glaring was the sin from which so much suffering was springing, not to those only who had erred, but to those also who were altogether guiltless of it. He no longer felt any power to struggle with the retribution which had so clearly commenced; silent and hopeless, he seemed constrained to sit by and watch the working of all the misery and ruin which his selfishness had wrought.
The first meeting between the father and daughter was a terrible one.
Richard gave but one glance to that pale sad face, with its look of patient
wretchedness, and to the dim eyes from which the sunshine of hope and joy
was for ever fled, quenched in bitterest tears, and then he almost crouched
down before her as though he would have implored her forgiveness.
Mary understood from that moment that a great duty and task were now set
before her, in the soothing and comforting of the father, who had so
profoundly though unwillingly injured her. She must not only be resigned,
but cheerful; that he might never know how sorely stricken and overwhelmed
she was by the sorrow he had brought upon her. She nerved herself at once
to this holy effort of filial love, but the struggle was severe, and she
felt it would undermine both health and life.
After about three weeks spent in vain expostulations with Lord and Lady
Verney, Mr. Verney went to The Mount, to announce his resolution to Mary,
and to obtain her consent to a private marriage. He was perfectly aware of
the depth of the attachment with which he had
inspired her, and of all the worldly advantages of an alliance with him; and his astonishment was therefore unbounded when Mary positively refused to marry him without the full consent of his father and mother.
Mr. Verney would not believe it possible that she could continue firm in
her determination, for her extreme agitation showed what the sacrifice cost
her, and he used every argument to induce her to relent. He assured her
that as soon as the marriage was over, and opposition of no further avail,
Lord and Lady Verney would gladly receive her; and he called upon Richard
to use all his influence with her. It was, perhaps, the bitterest pang
which Mary Clayton had yet experienced in this sore trial, when her father,
complying with Mr. Verney's request, urged her to do that which was
actually wrong. Gently and even humbly, (for was she not his daughter?) she
implored of him to desist from further entreaties, and again quietly
repeated her refusal to Mr. Verney. He saw that she was too resolute in the
strait and narrow path of duty, to be allured from it, though he tempted
her with a whole life of happiness; and in his bitter anger and
disappointment, he upbraided her with many a cruel reproach. He declared
that she had never really felt any true affection for him, that she was
cold and heart-
less, that it cost her nothing to consign him to misery. These were terrible words to her who would so thankfully have devoted her whole existence to make him happy--but no answering word of bitterness came from her colourless lips. She bade him farewell meekly, as though she had really injured him; and when he was gone, she returned to all her home duties with a strong effort to appear contented and at peace, at least in her father's eyes.
During Richard Clayton's illness, Mr. Lambert, now Vicar of
B--, had, unasked, come to visit him, and from that period he
continued ministering to the spiritual necessities of the various members
of the family, with faithfulness and zeal. Agnes had surrendered herself as
an humble penitent entirely to his guidance. Richard himself seemed now
well disposed to follow her example; and to Mary, his counsels were of
inestimable benefit. He advised her as to her conduct towards her father
and stepmother, for her position was by no means an easy one in their
house, and he now confirmed and strengthened her in her resolution to do
that which was right, however much suffering it might entail upon herself.
Very soon, however, her miserable father began to fear that she would
prove, with her life itself, the falsity of Mr. Verney's assertion,
that he was the only
sufferer in this trial, for her health and strength began gradually to sink under her constant mental exertion.
Mr. Verney, though he professed to leave The Mount angry and hopeless,
had in truth only felt his esteem and affection for Mary increased by her
holy resignation and obedience to the Will of Heaven. He was more than ever
determined not to lose her, and he spent his days in devising some means of
overcoming the difficulties in his way. Lord and Lady Verney had returned
to their own home, but he himself persisted in remaining at B--,
though he consented, at their earnest request, to stay at the house of
their friends, who received private instructions to watch his proceedings.
They were continually enlarging on the disgrace which he would have
incurred by his marriage with Mary Clayton; and one day in particular they
expatiated much on the miserable position of her brother Edward; who,
although he would be allowed quietly to succeed to his father's
property, might have his legitimacy called in question any day.
These casual remarks suddenly gave Mr. Verney a new and hopeful idea. It
struck him that if Mary could be put in possession of the whole of the
large fortune which belonged to the Clayton family, by the setting aside of
her brother's claim, his proud but poverty-stricken parents might possibly be induced to overlook Richard's disgraced name, and receive her as their daughter even yet. It seemed clear to him, that if Edward's legal right were disproved, Mary would succeed to an amount of wealth which might well cover the dishonour of her family, and enable him at once to obtain the consent of his parents; but it was a question which a lawyer alone could answer, and Mr. Verney repaired without loss of time to Mr. Sharp, who had now a considerable reputation in the neighbourhood of B--.
He was too much absorbed in his resolution to remember how cruel and
selfish he was towards Edward and his unhappy parents, in contemplating
such a measure. He quieted his conscience with the conviction, that Mary
would make a much better use of the money than her dissipated brother, and
never thought of the shame and misery he was bringing upon Agnes, or of her
son's existence thus early ruined and blighted.
Mr. Verney put the question to Mr. Sharp, and received at once a
decisive answer. The passing of the act in 1835, respecting marriages
within the prohibited degrees of affinity, has made the law in the present
day different to what it was at the period to which
we refer. At that time, as the lawyer informed Mr. Verney, the legitimacy of the offspring of a man and his sister-in-law could be set aside if an action were brought against them during the lifetime of both parents. Thus, in the case of Edward Clayton, the thing was perfectly possible, and his sister might unquestionably succeed to the property; but, of course, the necessary measures could only be taken by Mr. Verney when he should be her husband. This was, however, quite satisfactory to him; as he thought it by no means impossible that his father and mother might consent to his marriage, if he could hold out so sure a prospect of his wife's becoming a wealthy heiress.
He therefore determined to proceed at once to his own home, in order to
acquaint his parents with his plans; but he could not resist the temptation
of first paying a visit at The Mount, that Mary might learn the new hopes
which cheered him. He informed both her and Richard, that he had found a
means whereby he hoped to overcome all the obstacles to their union; and
with all the ardour of his peculiarly sanguine temperament, he assured her,
that he doubted not his parents would soon come themselves to claim her as
their daughter. Mr. Verney was scrupulously careful to conceal from Mary
the cruel and wicked scheme he had
devised. He knew enough of her character and principles to feel certain that she would never consent to be his wife on such terms, and he resolved that she should only know the truth, when as her husband he could claim her obedience to his wishes.
Mary never asked, however, what was the plan of which he spoke. She was
bewildered with joy; for she implicitly believed his assurance, that they
should yet be happy, and the sudden revulsion of feeling was almost too
much for her enfeebled frame.
After he left her Mr. Verney wrote to Mr. Sharp, to inform him that his
marriage would be concluded very shortly, and that he held him engaged to
commence immediately afterwards the legal proceedings against Edward
Clayton.
This letter was entrusted by Mr. Sharp to his son, who was in the habit
of making copies of such documents for his father's use. It so
chanced that this young man had once a violent quarrel with Edward when he
was little more than a boy. He had taunted him, as many others were in the
habit of doing, with the circumstances of his birth, and the insult had
been answered by a blow. This indignity was never forgotten by the
lawyer's son, who was a mean and pitiful character; and even if he
had
been disposed to forgive it, his mother was at hand to foster his anger and encourage his desire for revenge. Mrs. Sharp saw, in the insult her son had received from Edward, only an aggravation of that offered to herself by Agnes, many years previously; for the lapse of time had but served to strengthen her enmity against the whole family, which was now brought to its height by her son's complaints. Of late she had been bitterly displeased at the bright prospects which had seemed to dawn for them in the proposed marriage of Mary Clayton, and it was now with a spiteful pleasure that she learnt, from Mr. Verney's letter, the disgrace and misery which were preparing for them. Neither she nor her son, however, could resist forestalling the evils which threatened the Claytons, when so favourable an opportunity for revenge presented itself. Together they arranged a plan for Edward's public humiliation, which Mr. Sharp's son knew he could put in execution without loss of time.
That same evening he took Mr. Verney's letter with him when he
went to join a dinner party of young men, where he knew he should meet
Edward. There he openly repeated the insult which years before had provoked
the return he resented; and when Edward, stung almost to fury at his words,
would have called him to account for them, he flung Mr. Verney's
letter across the table to him, and told him he might learn there how he would soon have to fight the whole world for attributing to him a disgrace which was to be publicly and legally proved. The lawyer's son was perfectly aware that he was betraying his employer's confidence by this proceeding, but he had the less scruple in doing it for the gratification of his own malice, because he knew that it was perfectly impossible for Edward or his family to avert the threatened evil, if Mary's husband chose to institute proceedings against him.
It was late in the evening, and the family at The Mount were assembled
together in the drawing-room. Richard and Agnes were both silently
watching Mary, whose sweet face, though still pale from recent suffering,
was now once again brightened by the light of hope, like sunshine beaming
on a placid lake. There was no balm to the wounded conscience of Agnes
Clayton like to that of a smile on the face of Elizabeth's daughter;
but Richard could not yet believe there was any happiness in store for
them; his health was dreadfully shaken by his late attack, and he was now
the victim to a settled despondency. Still the sound of Mary's
cheerful voice was as music to his ears to-night, and he felt a
greater sensation of peace than he had known for many weeks.
Suddenly, as they sat there quietly, there
was a sound of rushing footsteps in the hall without; exclamations of astonishment from some of the servants, and the door of the room was burst open by a furious hand. They all looked round trembling, and the conviction of some new misfortune darted like lightning into the minds of each member of this unhappy family. They were not mistaken.
Edward Clayton rushed into the room, seemingly half frantic; he had
never curbed his anger, even for trifling causes, and now it was
ungovernable. His face was actually livid with rage, his teeth set, the
veins starting on his forehead. In his clenched hand he held a letter,
which he flung down before his father, and in a few words, that sounded to
the miserable man like the sentence of a terrible judgment, he told him how
it contained the assurance that he, his innocent son, should for his
parents' sin be publicly branded with disgrace, deprived of the
property he had always considered his own, and sent out into the world to
struggle in poverty with a blighting stain upon his name. Then (the sense
of his misery, and of the injustice done to him increasing as he spoke,)
Edward looked for a moment on both his parents with a glance they never
forgot, and burst into a storm of invective against them, upbraiding them
in terms
too dreadful to be recorded here, for having given him an existence, which by their fault was already blighted and destroyed.
To Mary, also, he turned, and thanked her with taunting bitterness for
the lessons of Christianity which she had given him; her religion was
bearing noble fruit truly, when it permitted her to rob her brother by such
a cruel means, and to seek for his ruin and dishonour, that she might
herself become the happy wife of her proud lover. He heeded not her wild
frantic protestation, that she knew nothing of such a scheme; but,
gathering all the passion that was bursting from his lips, as it were into
one sentence, he frantically declared, that he would not remain another
moment in the place, where he was soon to be stripped of his lawful
inheritance, and made an object of public scorn. He would never look again
on those who had so injured him; he would go to plunge into the only mode
of life, which now was open to him in the haunts of vice and misery; he
would find an existence in gaming, or cheating; and when his parents heard
of him in disgrace, in crime, in infamy, let them remember that they
themselves had driven him to it!
With these words he dashed aside the clinging hands of his mother, who
had fallen almost
at his feet, and rushed from the room. They heard his frantic steps in the hall, then outside, passing the window; his flying figure appeared for a moment among the trees; it vanished swiftly, and he was gone--their only son--self-exiled from his home; driven forth from it by the shadow of their crime, which haunted him like a mysterious avenger.
For a few moments all three were so paralyzed with the suddenness of
this event, that they were incapable of speaking or moving. Mary was the
first to awaken from the sort of stupor into which they were plunged:
she started up with an expression of so much anguish, that it attracted the
attention even of the parents, in whose ears the terrible words of their
son were yet ringing.
"He must not go, thinking I could be so base, so wicked!"
she exclaimed; "I cannot bear it--I must find him, or I shall
never know peace again!" And careless of the rain, which now was
pouring down in torrents, or of the chill and gloom of the night, she
darted from the house, and followed wildly on the path which Edward had
taken.
More than an hour elapsed before Richard could find her again. He sought
for her in vain through the grounds, and out on the road which Edward had
already quitted long since
on his way to London. It was a wild tempestuous night, and the father felt an indescribable terror as he thought of his child, so fragile and tender, exposed to the fury of the storm. He saw that she had gone out bewildered and almost unconscious of what she did, her brain reeling under the terrible remorse which her brother's misery had caused her, though she was so innocent of it. And when at length he discerned her standing on the brink of the river, which rolled with a deep strong current below the house, a dreadful fear took possession of him that she was about to seek oblivion of her bitter sorrow within its whelming waters.
She was standing fixed and rigid on the steep bank, gazing on the stream
with eyes wide and dilated, unconscious apparently of the drenching rain.
Richard flew towards her--he seized her in his arms, and called her by
every endearing name, but she did not seem to hear him; and he saw at once,
by the vacant stare of her glazed eyes, and the expression of her open
mouth, that reason had for the time deserted her. He could not wonder that
it was so, for to a person of her peculiarly sensitive nature,
Edward's bitter accusation against herself, and his look and manner
when he well-nigh cursed his parents, was in truth a trial
sufficient, seriously to affect her mind. He carried her back,
passive and unconscious, to the house. Throughout the whole of that long dreadful night he watched beside her, with Agnes kneeling by his side, and when morning broke, just as he expected, she was in the first stage of a violent brain fever.
No advantages which were to be found in the alliance, would have induced
them to allow the daughter of Richard Clayton to be the wife of their son
and heir; still less, by means of a project against which their honourable
feelings revolted, and which would but have entailed a more effectual
disgrace on the despised family.
Bitterly disappointed, and hopeless at last, Mr. Verney returned to
B-- in time to hear that Mary Clayton lay insensible and dangerously
ill. It was known at the village and at The Mount that Edward was pursuing
a reckless course of dissipation in London. His extravagance was carried on
with money borrowed on false pretences. But his father and
mother seemed to take little heed of the details of the progressive ruin of their only son. Their whole thoughts were now absorbed in the most overwhelming anxiety for the daughter of Elizabeth, who lay upon her bed of sickness and pain, uttering such plaintive words in her delirium as pierced their very hearts. Richard was convinced she would die. His diseased imagination now set no limit to the misfortunes which were to spring from his marriage. His own health was completely shaken, and his mind filled with the darkest thoughts. He neither ate nor slept, but haunted Mary's room night and day like a spectre. He felt exactly as though he had killed her--killed the gentle, loving child that never had injured a human being. He could not endure the sight of Agnes: he never looked upon her now but he heard the words of Elizabeth ringing on his ear, as though she were repeating them even then in her grave:--"Oh, Richard, she is your sister, your sister!"
One night, by a most unusual occurrence, Mary was left for a few minutes
alone, although her fever was then at its height. Richard and Agnes had
quitted her while the nurse arranged the room, and the woman had carelessly
gone down stairs, intending to return immediately, and thinking that Mary
was asleep.
The peculiar form which her delirium had taken was naturally enough the
continual repetition in her own fancy of the scene which had caused her
illness. She was incessantly imagining she saw Edward rushing in with his
livid distorted face; she heard his terrible words; she saw him leave them,
maddened with the injuries they had done him; and she fled out to follow
him through the storm and the gloom. Many times she had actually risen to
pursue the phantom of her raving, and they had held her down.
To-night the vision returned, and there was no one to prevent her
following the wild impulse. She rose from her bed, and, in the strength of
fever, fled from the room and the house with noiseless steps.
There was but one person who saw that white ghost-like figure
passing rapidly among the trees. This was old Jack, the idiot, who had come
to The Mount for his dinner as usual. Poor Jack was no wiser than he had
been years before, when he alone had been found to welcome Agnes Clayton
as the wife of her brother-in-law; but as his mother was now
bedridden from age, she had provided him with a guardian, without whom she
would not have allowed him to leave her sight. This was his dog Charlie,
who invariably accompanied him wherever he went.
Charlie was certainly not a beauty, espe-
cially when he had been indulging in a duel with a neighbouring cat, of which delectable amusement he was extremely fond, although he never failed to retire from the combat with one eye unfit for use, and the whole of his intelligent countenance seamed and scored in a most disfiguring manner. His coat also, which ought to have been of a pure white, was much soiled and blackened by his unfortunate predilection for rolling in the dust, and squeezing himself through all sorts of unpracticable holes, instead of taking the legitimate entrances; but in temper and disposition Charlie was of inestimable worth, and his faithful attachment to poor Jack was beautiful in the extreme. The old woman, in fact, had literally given the latter in charge to this sage animal, who was infinitely more rational and intelligent than her poor son, and both Jack and Charlie thoroughly understood their respective positions. The man yielded obedience with the utmost submission to the authority which the dog wielded in a very dignified manner; and many a time Charlie had, on the dark winter's nights, brought his charge safe home when he would have been lost in the snow without his protection.
They were seated together under a tree on this calm mild evening, when
poor Mary tottered past them, moaning and calling out her brother's
name. Jack looked after her with the wild senseless laugh to which he was continually giving vent unconsciously; but Charlie seemed to consider that this was a matter in which they ought to interfere, and, with that strange instinct that often seems almost prophetic in dogs, he took Jack's coat between his teeth, and insisted on his following in Mary's steps.
She went staggering on, taking exactly the path she had gone on that
fatal night; but when she reached the precipitous bank of the river, her
unsteady feet failed her, and she fell headlong into the water. With one
single bound Charlie plunged in after her, and he secured a firm hold of
her dress as soon as she rose to the surface; then panting, snorting, and
struggling, he swam with her to the bank, found footing for himself, and
intimated to Jack, by his impatient pulling at the weight so far beyond his
own strength, that he was to lift the sinking body from the water. The poor
fool understood, and obeyed. He was of great bodily strength, and he drew
poor Mary out of the river, with perfect ease, and laid her on the bank,
where he stood over her, laughing out in his discordant glee.
Charlie, however, was not yet satisfied; he once more seized hold of
Jack, and drew him towards the house, where, by his vehement barking, and
Jack's incoherent exclamations, the servants
became convinced that something had occurred. They followed the sagacious dog and his companion to the spot where Mary was lying, now quite senseless, though still living.
They took her home, and carried her straight into the first room they
came to, where Richard Clayton was sitting alone. He heard the shuffling
feet, and started up; he saw the men enter with their burden. With the
first glimpse he obtained of that seemingly lifeless form, with the wet
hair streaming over her death-like face, the terrible idea took
possession of him at once that she had destroyed herself. He had fancied
that this was her intention when he had found her, on that night, standing
by the river side, because he knew the depth of her mental anguish, and he
did not know the strength of a Christian's submission
and resignation; and now he never doubted but that she had seized the first
moment when she was left unguarded, to rid herself, by this violent means,
of a life that was insupportable.
Careless and worldly as Richard Clayton had been, he never could have
thought, with any thing but horror, of the awful sin of suicide--that
crime which never can be repented of! And to find that this beloved
daughter, for whom he had so securely anticipated an eternity of happiness,
although for his sake
this mortal life had grown so bitter to her--to find that she, in her agony, had forgotten alike her faith and her obedience, and had rushed madly to the destruction both of soul and body, was more than the father, broken spirited and feeble, could endure.
He would have advanced to meet his hapless child, but his steps were
suddenly arrested; it was as though an iron hand had fastened on his heart;
its action was impeded; his breath was choked; his face assumed a dark
leaden hue; he well knew whose was the grasp that was checking
the pulses of his life, and he lifted up his darkening eyes imploringly.
The terrible expression of his countenance long after haunted all those who
saw it; for, in that one awful moment, there passed before his spirit all
the occurrences of his past life. Clear, distinct, rapid as the
lightning's flash, he could discern the unbroken links of the whole
chain of events which had risen out of that one hour when he had knelt at
the altar with the sister of his wife--now but a part of the
irrevocable past. Their joy and their sorrow alike were gone, and he must
go forth to see what fruits they would bear to his soul in eternity. His
whole existence now was shrivelling up into a vapour, a dream that was
flitting away from him. One thing only stood
real and palpable before him: the judgment to come for the deeds done in the body. He made one wild effort to place himself upon his knees, but strength and life failed him at the same moment, and he fell heavily and unresisting on the floor.
When Mary Clayton gradually returned to consciousness, the first sight
that met her eyes was the corpse of her father, round which those who had
carried her from the river were standing in hopeless dismay.
Shortly after the death of his father, the health of Edward began to
give way completely under the life of dissipation and excess he was
leading. At last they heard that he was sinking prematurely into the grave.
Agnes could not leave her step-daughter; and Mr. Lambert himself
went to London, to ascertain the real state of matters. He found Edward,
deserted now by his gay companions, in an advanced stage of a hopeless
decline. He was still, however, able to bear removal; and Mr. Lambert
brought him back to The Mount,
where he consigned him to his poor mother's care, for the brief space that yet remained of his short and unhappy life. For six months he lingered with the seal of death set surely on his forehead, and his young existence ebbing visibly away. Mr. Lambert attended him assiduously; and when, at length, the sun of his life set in its untimely night, he laid him in the grave by the side of Elizabeth and Richard, feeling that another victim was added to the number of those who had suffered by that man's unholy deed. Whilst he taught the penitent mother that it was not for them to speculate on his future fate, they must only resign him in unquestioning obedience to the mercy of his God.
It was in truth a sore chastisement to Agnes Clayton, thus to lose her
only son,--to see that she had but given him life--that through
her means that life might be unhallowed and unhappy, condemned to an
untimely sad decay. But she bowed to the decree with the meekest
submission; for it seemed to her that nothing could be more distinct than
the hand of the retributive Justice, in all the trials which had visited
their house. She and her husband had sinned against a law, because they
believed that law to be unnecessary and overstrained;--they believed
that their departure from it would be
productive of good results; and it had been ordained that their deed should work precisely the opposite effects from what they expected, in order that they might see clearly that he who would gain his life shall lose it--that he who would gain aught by means contrary to the will of God, shall not only unquestionably lose it, but find that the thing he sought has turned to poison. He who would presume to take his destiny out of the hands of the Almighty, to mould it at his pleasure, shall never fail to find that he has worked his own ruin. There is but one safe course in this twilight world--"to hear and to obey." Light is given to all who follow Him, that they should not walk in darkness; but the Blessed Light irradiates only the steps which we must take this day: it shows us nothing of the morrow. Steadily we must follow it, faithfully submit to the given laws, calmly leave the result in His safe-keeping.
These were the lessons which Agnes Clayton learned from the bitter
misfortunes which had tracked their path since the hour of her unlawful
marriage. More terrible to her even than the death of her son, was the
visitation which had fallen on Mary Clayton, her sister's child. It
was, indeed, an awful punishment that was inflicted on Agnes, when she was
condemned to see before her, day by day, for the remainder
of her life, that melancholy spectacle--a being so young, so beautiful, with her earthly existence thus fatally destroyed, the fine mind ruined and lost, the intellect laid prostrate, nothing left but vacant, helpless idiotcy. Agnes saw distinctly what was the duty set before her now, and she determined resolutely to perform it, (by His help,) if so be she might yet be forgiven for the great transgression of which she so bitterly repented.
Her task and duty henceforward were to devote herself exclusively to
Mary, the innocent sufferer by a parent's sin; and it was a touching
sight to see how, from the hour of her son's death, Agnes gave up her
life to the solace and comfort of the helpless being now so utterly
dependent on her. Sad at heart as she was, haunted by the
never-fading remembrance of those beloved and gone, she yet strove
unwearied to amuse her niece, and preserve her from the bodily pain which
was the only suffering she now could know; and many times a day she was
constrained to kneel down before this living monument of her past sins, and
implore of Mary to pardon her, though she knew she could not understand her
words; for she was ever stricken with a terrible remorse when she looked
into that sad young face, with its unmeaning expression, and wild vacant
stare.
It was a comfort to her that poor Mary was happy. She had become as a
little child again, as helpless and ignorant, but as free from care. She
would sit for hours on the grass, playing with flowers, as in the days when
her dead mother watched beside her. One of her chief pleasures was to go to
church, although she could not now understand anything which took place
within that holy house. Some dim association, connected with the past,
seemed to fill her with a vague longing to go there whenever she heard the
bell; and Agnes never refused her, as she was always still and quiet during
the service. But it was a bitter trial to the widowed, childless woman, to
sit beside her there, and see how, instead of the fervent devotion that
formerly characterised poor Mary, she now sat smiling childishly, as she
held up her thin white hand, to catch the bright colours of the stained
glass, when the sunbeam was passing through them. At such moments, Agnes
always saw, as in a vision, the scene that had taken place in the cold dark
church in London, when she had taken the unlawful vows that never should
have been uttered by one who called herself a Christian.
Many wondered that Mrs. Clayton could thus expose herself to the public
gaze, with her whom they could not but term her victim by
her side. But Agnes was now a penitent, not in name only; and she was ready--nay, anxious--to humble herself in the sight both of God and man. As for Mary, she could not but think that she was perhaps more fit to be within that church than many who came there; for she was well disposed to believe--in her case at least--that beautiful Eastern superstition which holds that those who labour under any mental infirmity are the favoured of heaven; that many things are shown to them of which we dream not; and that they hold converse with the holy angels, as we think the little infants also do.
There was another haunt, however, which Mary loved especially to
frequent; and this fancy caused Agnes many a sharp remorseful pang, though
she did not shrink from enduring them, for she was willing to submit to all
the bitterness of the punishment laid upon her. It was to the churchyard
that she had to follow her charge, day after day. Some faint recollection
of the time before her illness, when she used to come and sit by her
mother's grave, seemed to compel Mary to go there constantly; but she
came not, as formerly, to think of those who are departed in the true faith
of His holy Name, and pray that herself might have the perfect consummation
and bliss in His eternal
glory, but to pluck the flowers from the grass with unconscious hand, and sing gay, wild songs, ill-suited to the scene; and Agnes sat beside her, looking on the graves of all those she had loved,--on the family gathered at her feet, of which Mary was the sole living representative, and humbled herself to the very dust before the stern lessons learned in that place. Elizabeth's children, for whom she and her husband had sinned, were beside her there,--the one nestling calmly in the dust by the side of the true mother to whom he had been so soon restored, the other living a life which was most heavily afflicted by the very means wherewith they sought to make it blessed; and Agnes acknowledged those truths which she had refused to believe before, and had now learnt, at a fearful cost, that--"There is no wisdom, nor understanding, nor counsel, AGAINST THE LORD;" "That he that turneth away his ear from hearing the law, even his prayer shall be an abomination;" "That out of evil no good can ever come."
R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.